2994 lines
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2994 lines
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PIGGY
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by V.P. Viddler
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"She'll do anything you want," I said. "Won't you, Jo."
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"Oh god, don't," Jo said. "Don't do this to me."
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"Tell him," I said.
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"Please, god, please."
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"Tell him, whore. Tell him, little piggy."
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"Christ," Brad said.
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"I told you," I said.
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"But she's gorgeous. She's fucking luscious."
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"I know," I said. "Hear that, piggy? Say thank you."
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"Oh dear god please please don't dear god..."
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"You whore. Stupid little whore. Isn't that what you are?
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Say it."
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"Thank you," Jo said.
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"Say you're a whore."
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"I'm..."
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"Go on, piggy."
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"I'm a whore."
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"You'll do what we want."
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"I'll..."
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"Say it, piggy."
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"I'll do what you want."
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"You can't help it, can you, piggy."
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"No."
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"Say it."
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"I can't help it."
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"What do you want her to do, Brad," I said.
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"Christ," Brad said.
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"You want her to take her clothes off?"
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"Christ."
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"You ask him, whore," I said to Jo.
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"I can't," Jo said.
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"Oh yes you can. You know you can. You know you will. Isn't
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that right, piggy?"
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"Damn you."
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"What?"
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"Yes."
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"Yes what?"
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"Yes. I will."
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"You will what?"
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"Ask him."
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"Ask him what, piggy?"
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"If he wants me to...do it."
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"Do what, whore?"
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"Take my clothes off."
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"All right. Ask him."
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"Do you..."
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"His name is Brad," I said.
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"Brad," Jo said. "Do you want me to..."
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"Stop crying," I said.
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"I can't."
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I took hold of her hair. It was dark and short. I pulled her
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head back hard. "Can you now," I said.
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"Yes. I'm sorry."
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"Do it."
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"All right."
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"Now ask him."
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"Do you..."
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"His name."
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"Brad...Do you want me to...take my clothes off."
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"Jesus Christ,"Brad said.
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"Little whore," I said.
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"Will she do anything?" Brad said.
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"Shit," I said. "What do you need, a notary? You got one. Jo
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is a notary, aren't you, piggy."
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"Yes."
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"Damn."
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"Yes, our Jo is a very smart piggy. Very educated. A college
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graduate. A fucking brain. Isn't that right, whore?"
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"Yes."
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"But it doesn't do her a damn bit of good when I'm around,
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does it, piggy?"
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"No."
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"No. Right. Because with me you're just shit. All your
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brains go for nothing but shit. Isn't that right, whore?"
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"Yes."
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"Yes what."
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"Yes, that's right."
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"Say it."
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"All my brains go for nothing but shit with you."
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"So yes, Brad, you idiot, she will do anything. What do you
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want? You want her to suck your cock? Is that it? You want this
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gorgeous little piggy go go down on her knees and put your prick
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in her smart educated little mouth and suck you off until you
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come down her throat? Yes, she will do that for you. Won't you,
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whore?"
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"Stop...for gods' sake...stop..."
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"Won't you, whore?"
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"Yes."
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"Yes what."
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"Yes I will. Yes. I will do that. Do you want me to say it?"
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"You know I do. You know that already. Don't you?"
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"Yes."
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"Say it."
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"That's not what I want," Brad said.
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"What?"
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"I mean, Christ, yes, I do, but...but not right away. Okay?"
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"We got all the time in the world. Don't we, piggy. You're
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not going away, right? You'll stay here as long as I want you to.
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Won't you. As long as it takes. For you to do everything Brad
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wants. And everything I want. And for us to do anything we want
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to you. As much as we want to. You'll stay and take it all, and
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do it all, and you'll love it. All. Isn't that right, Jo? Isn't
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that right, whore? Isn't that right, little piggy?"
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"God."
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"Stop crying."
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"I can't."
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"Can you now?" I said.
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Jo was moaning softly. I was causing that.
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"Can you?" I said.
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"Yes," Jo said. "I'm sorry," Jo said. "Please don't," Jo
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said. "I'll stop."
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"Good," I said.
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"Oh mama," Brad said.
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"So what is it you want her to do first?"
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"I want her to..."
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"Spit it out, for god's sake."
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"I want her to kiss me," Brad said.
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"That's it?"
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"To start. You know. I mean I want that mouth, okay? I mean
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I want her kissing me. Jesus..."
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"All right. All right, fine. That's what you want, that's
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what you get. Isn't that right, piggy?"
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"Yes..." Jo said.
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"Go to him, whore. And kiss him. You understand? Kiss him
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like he's never been kissed in his life. In fact, kiss him like
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nobody's ever been kissed before. I want it to be the greatest
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fucking kiss in history. I want you to put everything you have
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into it. You understand, whore? I want him to fucking come from
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this kiss. You got that? Piggy?"
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"Yes."
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"Yes what?"
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"Yes. I got that. Yes."
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"Do it."
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Jo did it.
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Brad came.
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It was only the beginning.
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*
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I met her at a party. A formal affair. She was wearing a
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strapless gown. Short black hair. Luscious body. Laughing. An
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ambassador's wife. A lot of dignity at this party.
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"This is my wife, Jo."
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"How do you do."
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A lot of dignity.
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"I want to fuck you," I said.
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Nobody was too close to us.
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Astonishment and shock. Staring.
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"What?!"
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"I want to fuck you. Right now."
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"Are you--you can't talk to me that way!"
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"I just did. We'll go upstairs."
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"You must be crazy. Goodbye."
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"Don't go."
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"Why not?"
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"You don't want to."
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"I don't?"
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"No."
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"What do you think I am?"
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"I think you're a whore," I said.
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Staring at me. Unbelieving. "What?"
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"I think you're a whore. Isn't that right?"
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Staring.
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"Inside," I said. "All the way inside. Nobody knows. Your
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husband doesn't know. Your friends don't know. But I know."
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"You...you can't..."
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"I can. I will. I want to fuck you now. Upstairs."
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"I...my husband...I'm not unfaithful...never..."
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"Until now," I said. "Whore."
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"Don't..."
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I put my hand out to touch her face. She pulled back,
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looking around. I touched her face. Stroking it.
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"Whore," I said.
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"No." Panting.
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"Upstairs," I said. "Now."
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"I can't..."
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"I'd like you to crawl up the stairs," I said.
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"Oh."
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"Crawling on your hands and knees like an animal."
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"Oh don't..."
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"But you can't do that now. So just walk."
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"Please," she said.
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"Go," I said. "Upstairs. Find a room. I'll follow you."
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"Why?" Panting. "Oh god why?"
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"Because you're a whore," I said.
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"No."
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"Yes."
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"Oh no."
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"You know it."
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"No."
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"I know it."
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"God."
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"Say it."
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"Oh god."
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"Say it."
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"Yes."
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"Say it."
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"I'm a whore."
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"Yes. Go upstairs."
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"My husband..."
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"Fuck him."
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"Oh."
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"But first you'll fuck me."
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"Oh."
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"Go."
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She went.
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Upstairs she stood against a wall. I went to her.
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"I don't know why I'm doing this," Jo said.
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I put my hand on her face.
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"You can't help it," I said.
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"Oh dear god..."
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I stroked her face.
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"Don't hurt me," she said.
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I stroked her body.
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She was panting.
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"Show me your tits," I said.
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"You bastard," she said.
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I squeezed her breast hard.
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A sharp hiss. Up on her toes.
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"Don't, don't, oh god..."
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"Be a good little whore," I said.
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"Oh god...you're an animal..."
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"So are you. Get down."
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"What?"
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"Down. On all fours. Now."
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"But--"
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I slapped her.
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She got down.
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"Now you're an animal," I said. "Aren't you?"
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"Yes," Jo said.
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"Say it."
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"I'm an animal."
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"A dog. No. A pig. That's what you are. A little pig. Say
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it."
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"Please..."
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"Say it."
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"I'm a pig."
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"Crawl for me, piggy."
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"Oh."
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"Do it."
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She did it.
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Crawling.
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"Little piggy," I said. "Say oink."
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"Please...god..."
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"Say oink, piggy."
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"I..."
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"Say it."
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"Oink," she said.
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"Say it again."
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"Oink."
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"Again."
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"Oink."
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"Go on saying it. Don't stop."
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"Oink," Jo said. "Oink. Oink. Oink." She was crying. "Oink."
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"Stop crying."
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"I can't."
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I reached down and took hold of her hair and pulled her head
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back until it couldn't go any further. Jo was gasping and
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moaning.
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"Stop crying."
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"All right. All right."
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"Say oink."
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"Oink," she said. "Oink."
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"Stand up."
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She stood up. She was shaking.
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She was mine.
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"You'll do what I say," I said. "Won't you, piggy?"
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"Yes."
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"Always."
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"Yes."
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"Anything I say. Anything I want."
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"Yes."
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"Any time, any place."
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"Yes."
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"Show me your tits."
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Shaking. Not looking at me. Moaning. Jo unzipped her gown
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and took down the top of it. The bra was built into the gown. Her
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breasts were bare.
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The nipples stood out stiffly.
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"Filthy whore," I said.
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"Yes," Jo said.
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"I'm going to fuck you."
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"I know."
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"You want it."
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"Please..."
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"Say it."
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"I want it."
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"You want what?"
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"I want you to fuck me."
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"Take it all off."
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She took it all off.
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"Your body is for fucking."
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"Yes."
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"It's mine."
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"It's yours."
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"Where do you want me to fuck you?"
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"What?"
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"Stupid whore."
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"Please."
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"The answer is, anyplace you want," I said. "Say that."
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"Anyplace you want."
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"You don't think I'm going to just fuck your cunt, do you?"
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"Oh god..."
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"I'll fuck your ass."
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"Oh..."
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"Say it."
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"You'll fuck my ass."
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"I'll fuck your mouth."
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"You'll fuck my mouth."
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"I'll do what I want to you."
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"You'll do what you want to me."
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"And you'll love it."
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"And I'll..."
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"Say it."
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"I'll love it."
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"Say oink."
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"Oink."
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"Again."
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"Oink."
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"Again."
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"Oink. Oink. Oh god...oink..."
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*
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"You never fucked your husband like that," I said. "Did
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you?"
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"No."
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"You will tonight."
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"What?"
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"I want you to fuck your husband tonight just the way you
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fucked me just now."
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"Oh god...please..."
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"And then I want you to suck his cock for at least half an
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hour, and swallow his gism down your sweet piggy throat."
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"I can't...please, I can't..."
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"Why not?"
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"My husband...oh god..."
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"You do what I say. Right?"
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"I..."
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"Jo," I said. And I did something to her.
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"Oh Christ!" she said.
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"Again?"
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"No. No. No..."
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"I'll try again. You do what I say. Right?"
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"Yes. Oh yes. Yes."
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"Anything. Always."
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"Yes."
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"Tell me what you'll do with your husband tonight."
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"I'll fuck him." She was crying.
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"How?"
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"Just like I fucked you."
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"And?"
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"And I'll suck his cock for at least half an hour."
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"Do I have to prompt you again?"
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"NO. Please. I'm sorry. And...I'll swallow all his gism.
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Down my throat."
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"Piggy."
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"What?"
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"Lick my ass."
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"Oh."
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"That will make me hard again, and when I am hard again I'm
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going to fuck your face. Again."
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"Oh."
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"You'll like that, won't you, piggy?"
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"Yes."
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"That's a good piggy. That's a good little whore. Deeper,
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whore.
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"That's the girl."
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*
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A knocking at the door.
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"Oh god," Jo said.
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"Don't stop," I said. "Just go on doing what you're doing."
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"But--"
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"Now."
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Jo continued doing it.
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"Who is it?" I said.
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"Excuse me...it's Philip Dunstan. I'm looking for my wife.
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Have you seen her at all?"
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"Oh god," Jo said.
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"I told you not to stop." I twisted her hair and put her
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gasping mouth back where it had been. "She's busy," I said to the
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door.
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"What?"
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Jo was moaning softly.
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"I said your wife is busy. She'll be down soon."
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"I don't--what is she doing?"
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"Sucking my cock," I said.
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Jo made a wild gasping sound. I kept her from moving.
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"I--what did you say?"
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"Go away."
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A rattling sound. The doorknob. "Let me in!"
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"It's locked," I said. "Go away. Jo is busy."
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"Jo! Jo! Are you in there?"
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Jo was sobbing.
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"Tell him to go away," I said.
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"Oh god...oh my god..."
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"Jo??"
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"Tell him."
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"Philip..."
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"Jo?"
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"Go--go away," Jo said.
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"Jo, what are you--"
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"Philip, for god's sake..."
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"What's going on? Jo? What are you doing?"
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"Tell him," I said.
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"What??"
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"Tell him what you're doing."
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"No."
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"Do it."
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"No. Please."
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"Jo."
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"I can't...for god's..."
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"Do it."
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"JO!!!"
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"Philip, I--I'm busy...please..."
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"Let me in! I'm coming in!"
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Rattling and banging.
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"Tell him," I said.
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"Philip..."
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"What?"
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"Oh god," Jo said. "You bastard."
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"Tell him."
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"Who is in there with you? Jo?"
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"A man," Jo said.
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"What?"
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"A man, Philip." She begged me with her eyes. I twisted her
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hair. "I'm in here with a man," she said.
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"What--what are you doing?"
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"What an idiot," I said. "Tell him."
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"You are ruining my life," Jo said.
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"That's right. Tell him."
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"I'm--sucking his cock," Jo said.
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"Now do it," I said.
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Jo did it.
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"Jo!!! My god...what..."
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Jo was sobbing as she sucked me.
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"Tell him you fucked me like a jackrabbit," I said.
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"You filthy bastard."
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"Tell him."
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"I fucked him like a jackrabbit," Jo said.
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Silence.
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"Tell him you're a whore."
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"I'm a whore."
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"Tell him you're a pig."
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"I'm a pig."
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"Say oink."
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"Oink."
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"Louder."
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"Oink!"
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"Ask him if he still wants to come in now."
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"Don't..."
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"Jo."
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"Yes."
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"I own you now."
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"I know."
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"There's nothing you can do about it."
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"I know."
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"It's your own fault."
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"Yes."
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"You can stop it if you want."
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Jo said nothing.
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"But you won't."
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Nothing.
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"Will you?"
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"No."
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"Because you need it."
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"Oh god."
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"You hate it but you need it."
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"Yes."
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"Even if it ruins your life."
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"Yes."
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"So you do what I say."
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"Yes."
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"Anything I say."
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"Yes."
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"I don't have to hurt you."
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"No."
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"But sometimes I want to hurt you."
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"I know."
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"And you want that too."
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"No."
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"Yes."
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"No."
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"Yes."
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"Oh dear god..."
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"Say it."
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"Yes. I do. Yes."
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"Ask me to hurt you."
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"Oh..."
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"Ask me. Say please."
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"Please."
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"Please what?"
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"Please hurt me."
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"All right." I hurt her.
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She made a loud sound.
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"Jo???" From outside.
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"Now," I said. "Ask him if he still wants to come in."
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"Ph-Philip?"
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"What?"
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"Do you...still want to...to come in?"
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"I--I--"
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"Tell him he can go away and you will fuck him and suck him
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tonight to within an inch of his life."
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Jo said, "Philip, if you go away...I will fuck you and suck
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you tonight to within an inch of your life."
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"Jo..."
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"Or he can come in now and punish you for your sins," I
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said.
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"What?"
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"Tell him."
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"P-punish me..."
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"Tell him."
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"Or...or you can come in and...and punish me," Jo said.
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"For your sins."
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"For my sins."
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"Jo..." Philip said.
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"Oh god."
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"Do you want to punish her, Philip?" I said.
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"Christ!" Philip said. "I don't--I--"
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"Shit. Go away, Philip. Your wife and I have a lot more
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fucking to do."
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"Jo...Jo..."
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"I'm sorry, Philip," Jo said, crying. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
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I can't help it, I'm a whore, I'm sorry..."
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"Stop crying and suck," I said. Loudly.
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Philip said nothing.
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"Your wife is a great cocksucker, Philip," I said. "You
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probably don't know that. Jo's mouth is fabulous. She's a
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terrific fuck too. And she's such a whore. A little piggy girl
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and a whore and a crawling slave slut bitch. That's what she
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really is, and you never found that out. That's what you are,
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isn't it, Jo? Tell him."
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"Yes," Jo said. "That's what I am. Yes."
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"Say oink, piggy," I said. "Say it loud."
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"Oink," Jo said. Crying hard. "Oink. Oink. Oink! Oink!
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Oink..."
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*
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"I want to hurt her," Brad said. "I want to make her cry.
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Can I?"
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"Oh dear sweet Jesus," Jo said.
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"Ask for it, Jo. Ask Brad to hurt you and make you cry. Beg
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him."
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A weird awful moan and Jo sank to her knees. "Please...hurt
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me." A choking whisper. "Hurt me, make me cry, make me scream for
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you..."
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*
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I had been exploring her capacity for pain.
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Lying on my bed with her arms stretched above her head.
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I didn't bother tying her up.
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Jo wasn't going anyplace.
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"Hold still."
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"I can't."
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"You can."
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"Please."
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"Hold still or it will be worse."
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"Don't."
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"Ask me to do it."
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"No."
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"Ask me to do it."
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"I can't."
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"Go away."
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"What?"
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"Nothing is holding you here. Go away."
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"Please."
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"You're not moving."
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"I..."
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"Put your clothes on and go."
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"I can't."
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"Why not?"
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"You know I can't."
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"Then you'll do as I say.
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"Damn you."
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"Won't you, Jo."
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"I..."
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"Jo."
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"Yes."
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"Yes what?"
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"Yes. I'll do as you say."
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"Then do it."
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"All...all right."
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"Ask me."
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"Please."
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"Please what?"
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"Please do it."
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"Please do what?"
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"Please...hurt me."
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"You want me to hurt you?"
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"Damn you."
|
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"Jo?"
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"Yes."
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"Yes what?"
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"I want you to hurt me."
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"Go on."
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"Oh please, I can't, please..."
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"Say it."
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"I want you to hurt me. Do it. Please do it."
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"All right. Hold still."
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"I'm trying."
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"Now."
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"Jesus Jesus Jesus no Christ no stop oh sweet Jesus I
|
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can't..."
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"Did you like that?"
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"No."
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"Yes you did."
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"No."
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"Tell me you did."
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"I did."
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"You loved it."
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"I loved it."
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"You want it again."
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"I..."
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"Say it."
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"Please I can't don't make me."
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"You want to go away?"
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"No."
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"You can go any time, you know."
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"I know."
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"You're not going."
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"No."
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"Say it."
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"I..."
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"I'm waiting."
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"I want it again."
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"Worse."
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"God."
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"Say it."
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"Worse."
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"Ask me."
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"Please do it to me again."
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"Go on."
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"Worse."
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"Beg."
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"Oh god, you--"
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"Beg me, Jo."
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"Please. Oh please...I'm begging you...I beg you with all my
|
|
heart...please do it to me again, do it worse this time, make me
|
|
suffer for you...please...please do it..."
|
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"I'm going to do it much worse this time."
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"Oh dear god..."
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"I don't want you to scream."
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"I'll try."
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"No. Don't try. Just don't scream."
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"I--All right."
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"Not that I don't want to make you scream."
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"I know."
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"I do. I am looking forward to that."
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"I know."
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"But I don't want you to do it now."
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"All right."
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"Hold still, piggy."
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"Noooooonnnnoooooonnnnoooooooonnnnnnnggggghhhhhhhhaaaaahhhhhh..."
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"Good girl."
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"Sweet god no no more no more jesus god."
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"Sweet hurting little whore."
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"You..."
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"You want to leave, piggy?"
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"No..."
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|
"Are you sure?"
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"Yes."
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|
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"You want me to do it again?"
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"No."
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|
|
"What do you want to do?"
|
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|
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"I want to suck your cock."
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|
"With your lovely hurting mouth?"
|
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"Yes."
|
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"Suck me for hours so I won't hurt you any more?"
|
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"Yes."
|
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|
|
"What about your husband?"
|
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|
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"What about him?"
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|
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"Call him up."
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|
|
"What?"
|
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|
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"You heard me, whore. Call him up."
|
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|
|
"Why?"
|
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|
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"I want him to know you are going to suck my cock."
|
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|
"He knows."
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"Do it anyway."
|
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"Please..."
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"Hold still."
|
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|
|
"What..."
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|
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"I'm going to hurt you again."
|
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"No...please no..."
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|
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"You have to know what you are."
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"I know. I do know."
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"No you don't."
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|
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"I do. I do, I do..."
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|
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"What are you?"
|
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|
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"I'm a whore."
|
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|
|
"Whose whore?"
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"Yours."
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|
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"What else?"
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"A pig."
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|
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"Whose pig?"
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"Your pig."
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"What else?"
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"A slut. A filthy slut."
|
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"Go on."
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"A bitch. A cocksucker."
|
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|
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"And?"
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"A slave."
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|
"A slave."
|
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"Yes."
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"My slave."
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"Yes."
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"A slave obeys."
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|
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"I'm sorry."
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"Not sorry enough."
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|
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"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
|
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|
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"Hold still."
|
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|
|
"God have mercy..."
|
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|
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"Now."
|
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|
|
"Haaauuuughhh. Haaaauuuugggghhhh. Haaaarrrrggghhhhh..."
|
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|
|
"Will you call him up now?"
|
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|
|
"Yes. Yes yes god yes please yes..."
|
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|
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"Do it."
|
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|
She did it.
|
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|
|
"Philip..."
|
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|
|
"Tell him where you are."
|
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|
"Yes, I'm with him. Yes."
|
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|
|
"Tell him you're naked."
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|
"I'm naked, Philip."
|
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|
|
"Tell him what we've been doing."
|
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|
|
"We've been...he's been hurting me."
|
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|
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"Tell him how you hurt."
|
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|
|
"I am in agony, Philip. I can't stand it."
|
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|
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"Tell him you won't leave."
|
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|
|
"I won't leave, Philip."
|
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|
|
"You could if you wanted to."
|
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|
|
"I could if I wanted to."
|
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|
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"But you don't."
|
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|
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"But I don't."
|
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|
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"You can't."
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|
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"I can't."
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|
|
"You're my little piggy whore."
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"I'm his little piggy whore."
|
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|
Jo was crying.
|
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|
|
"I'm sorry, Philip."
|
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|
|
"Tell him what you're going to do now."
|
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|
|
"I'm going to suck his cock now."
|
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|
|
"Ask him if he wants to talk to me while you suck my cock."
|
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|
|
"Philip...do you want to talk to him while I suck his cock?"
|
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|
She could hardly talk.
|
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|
|
"I know...I know I am...I know, I'm sorry..."
|
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She was sobbing.
|
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|
|
"Give me the phone."
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|
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"Goodbye, Philip." She gave me the phone.
|
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"Now suck me. Slowly."
|
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|
Jo's mouth soft and sobbing and sweet on my cock.
|
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|
|
"Hello, Philip."
|
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"You filthy bastard."
|
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|
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"Your wife is sucking my cock, Philip."
|
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|
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"I'd like to kill you."
|
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"Use that tongue, Jo. That's it."
|
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"You son of a bitch."
|
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"I'm going to come in her mouth, Philip."
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Silence.
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"And she's going to swallow it."
|
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Silence.
|
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|
|
"Did she ever do that for you, Philip?"
|
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"Damn you."
|
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|
|
"I'm looking at your naked wife right now, Philip. I'm
|
|
looking at her good round breasts and her luscious round ass and
|
|
her fantastic curvy thighs and legs, and I'm looking at her mouth
|
|
as it moves up and down around my cock."
|
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|
|
"Damn you!"
|
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|
|
"Your wife is a whore, Philip. My whore. I can make her do
|
|
anything. I can hurt her all I want. Would you like to hear her
|
|
scream, Philip?"
|
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|
|
"I'll kill you."
|
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|
|
"You know what I'm going to do, Philip? Any day now, when I
|
|
get a little tired of using Jo all by myself?"
|
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|
Silence.
|
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|
|
"I'm going to let some of my friends play with her."
|
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|
A soft whimpering sound from Jo.
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|
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"Would you like to watch, Philip?"
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Silence.
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"Watch your wife crawling for a group of strange guys?
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Fucking them and sucking them and doing whatever they want all
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night long? Would you like that, Philip?"
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"I'm hanging up now."
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"Oh, not before I come, Philip. That would be too bad. It
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shouldn't be too long now. Your wife is so damn good with that
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sweet luscious mouth of hers. I think I'll come right now. And
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let Jo swallow it all."
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"You..."
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"Suck harder, Jo darling. Little piggy cocksucker. Lick it,
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yes, that's it piggy, damn, yes, take it all in, deeper, deeper
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piggy, oh yeah now here it is, piggy whore, swallow it all now,
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yes...now...I'm coming, Philip...ah...now...here, piggy...
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here...ahhhhh..."
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Philip made a strangling noise.
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Jo was choking.
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"Swallow, darling...that's it...she's swallowing, Philip...
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all of it, piggy...she's doing it so well, Philip...you'd be
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proud of her...that's so good...swallow again, piggy...yes..."
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Philip hung up.
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"Your husband hung up on me," I said to Jo. "Very rude of
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him. I'm going to have to punish you for that..."
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*
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"I want some pizza," I said.
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"You always get what you want," Jo said.
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"Especially you."
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"Yes. Especially me."
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"Call up and order."
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"All right."
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She did.
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"I know the delivery guy," I said.
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Jo looked at me.
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"He's fat."
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She looked at me.
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"Spotty," I said. "Bad teeth."
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"What--"
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"Bad breath, probably."
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"Wait a--"
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"Ugly as hell."
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Jo said nothing.
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"We can start with him."
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"No."
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"He'll love it."
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"No. God no."
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"You probably won't."
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"Please no. Please. Please."
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"You want to leave?"
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"Oh stop. I can't. You know I can't. Please."
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"You're my whore."
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"Yes."
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"You'll learn how to be a whore."
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"You bastard."
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"When he comes you'll let him in."
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"Please...if I..."
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"Just as you are."
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"What?"
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"Why waste time?"
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"I'm..."
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"Naked."
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"Oh no..."
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"I want to see his face."
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"Please no, please..."
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"And your face."
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"I can't."
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"You will."
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"No..."
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"Come here."
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"Wait..."
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"Now."
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"Wait...please..."
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"Come on."
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"Oh god..."
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"Jo..."
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"NNNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHAAAAHHHH..."
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"Will you?"
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"Yes..."
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"What?"
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"Yes yes I will yes I will yes yes..."
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"I'll just make sure."
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"No. No. Nnnaauuugghhh stop stop stop PLEASE STOP OH PLEASE
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JESUS GOD AUUUUGGGHHHHH..."
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A knock at the door.
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"Stop crying."
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"Please, god please..."
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"Let him in."
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"Can't I..."
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"Would you rather crawl to the door?"
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"No."
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"Then go."
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She did.
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"Jesus Christ!" the pizza guy said.
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"Ask him in, Jo."
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"Come...come in."
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"Jesus H. Christ!"
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"Thanks for the pizza. How much do I owe you?"
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"Uh...nine bucks..."
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"You appear to like my girlfriend here."
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"Jesus!"
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"You find her attractive?"
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"Shit...she's fucking naked!"
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"Brilliant observation. You think she's worth nine bucks?"
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"Oh god.."
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"Huh?"
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"Would you like to fuck her?"
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"Please...oh god..."
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"Christ! Would I!"
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"Can I get the pizza free?"
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"You bastard..."
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"You mean..."
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"If I let you fuck her."
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"Holy shit! Sure!"
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"Jo."
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"You filthy bastard."
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"Jo, this man wants to fuck you."
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Jo was crying.
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"She don't look like she wants to."
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"Oh yes, she does. Don't you, Jo?"
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"Please...oh god..."
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"Jo?"
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"Yes."
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"Tell this man you will fuck him."
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"I..."
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"Tell him, Jo."
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"I..."
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"Look at him."
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Jo looked at him. Wiping her tears.
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He looked at her body. He was panting.
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"I'll fuck you," Jo said. Flatly.
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"Jesus!"
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"And for a tip she'll suck your cock. Won't you, Jo?"
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"Holy crap!"
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"Tell him that."
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"I...I'll suck your cock."
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"Tell him he can fuck you in the ass."
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"You...can fuck me in the ass."
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"You will be the best lay he's ever had. Won't you, little
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piggy?"
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"I...yes..."
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"Tell him that."
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"I'll be...the best lay you ever had."
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"Is that worth nine bucks?" I said.
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"Shit..."
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"What are you waiting for? You want her to take your clothes
|
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off for you?"
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"Stop please stop..."
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"This woman is a slave," I said. "Isn't that right, piggy?"
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"Yes," Jo said.
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|
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"Say it."
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"I'm a slave."
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"My slave."
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"Yes. Your slave."
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"And tonight you'll be his slave too."
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"I..."
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"Say it."
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"Tonight I...I'll be his slave too."
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"And give him your body."
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"And give him my body."
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"All of it."
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"All of it."
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"To do whatever he likes with it."
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"To do whatever he likes with it."
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"You hear that?"
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"Shit yeah."
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"You want her to take your clothes off?"
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"Yeah."
|
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|
|
"She'll do that. Right, piggy?"
|
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|
|
"Yes. I'll do that."
|
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|
|
"She'll crawl if you want. Right, piggy?"
|
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|
|
"Yes. I'll crawl."
|
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|
|
"She'll fuck your brains out. Right, piggy?"
|
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|
|
"Yes."
|
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|
|
"Say it."
|
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|
|
"I'll fuck his brains out."
|
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|
|
"Why is she crying?"
|
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|
|
"Don't you like to see her crying?"
|
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|
|
"I don't...well...I guess..."
|
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|
|
"Want to make her cry more?"
|
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|
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"Jesus!"
|
|
|
|
"Want to make her scream?"
|
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|
|
"Please...don't do this...please...isn't it..."
|
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|
|
"Do you?"
|
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|
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"You mean..."
|
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|
|
"You can if you want. Can't he, Jo?"
|
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|
|
"Wait..."
|
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|
|
"Can't he, piggy?"
|
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|
|
"Please..."
|
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|
|
"Can't he, whore?"
|
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|
|
"No..."
|
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|
|
"Say yes."
|
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|
|
"Oh no..."
|
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|
|
"Say yes, piggy."
|
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|
|
"Please please please..."
|
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|
|
"Say it."
|
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|
|
"Yes."
|
|
|
|
"What?"
|
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|
|
"Yes."
|
|
|
|
"Yes what?"
|
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|
|
"Yes...he can make me scream."
|
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|
|
"Say it to him."
|
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|
|
"You can...make me scream."
|
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|
|
"This is crazy."
|
|
|
|
"Why?"
|
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|
|
"Damn, look...I want to fuck her now, okay?"
|
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|
|
"Jo."
|
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|
|
"Yes."
|
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|
|
"This man wants to fuck you now."
|
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|
|
"Yes."
|
|
|
|
"Lie down and spread your legs."
|
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|
|
"I...right here?"
|
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|
|
"Lie down, whore, and spread your piggy legs for him."
|
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|
|
"Oh."
|
|
|
|
"Look at you."
|
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|
|
"Oh."
|
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|
|
"You filthy degraded bitch."
|
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|
|
"Oh yes."
|
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|
|
"You crawling degraded piece of dung."
|
|
|
|
"Oh yes yes..."
|
|
|
|
"Beg this man to fuck you."
|
|
|
|
"Please fuck me. Please take me, I'm such a filthy whore,
|
|
please do it to me, do anything you want to me, make me suck your
|
|
cock and make me scream and make me crawl for you, degrade me and
|
|
punish me and defile my whore slut body. Anything you want, I'm
|
|
yours, I'm your slave, play with me, use me, destroy me, please,
|
|
I beg you, I'll be good for you, I'll be your sweet cocksucking
|
|
whore slave, do it, rape me, violate me, debase me, piss on me,
|
|
piss in my mouth and make me drink it, shit on my face, I want to
|
|
die..."
|
|
|
|
"You can't die," I said. "You're my slave forever."
|
|
|
|
The pizza guy took his clothes off.
|
|
|
|
"I'm going to tape this."
|
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|
|
"Oh god..."
|
|
|
|
"It will be a fine Christmas present for your husband."
|
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|
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"Oh..."
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|
|
I taped it all.
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|
As he fucked her.
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|
As Jo fucked him back.
|
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As she sucked his cock for him.
|
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As she swallowed his gism.
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As she was crawling for him.
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As he pissed all over her body.
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As Jo drank his piss.
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And finally as he made her scream.
|
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|
Again and again.
|
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Till she was hoarse.
|
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And still screaming.
|
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|
And he took her again.
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And I took her.
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And both of us took her.
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I never got around to the pizza.
|
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|
*
|
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"A stag party," I said to Philip.
|
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Jo was crying softly.
|
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"Jo on her knees," I said.
|
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"A long file of men lined up in front of her.
|
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"Waiting to use her mouth
|
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"Jo sucking them off.
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"One by one.
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"And swallowing it all.
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"Man after man.
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"Sucking and swallowing.
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"Until she throws up.
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"You'll like that, won't you, Jo?"
|
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"Yes," Jo said. Crying.
|
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"Louder."
|
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"Yes."
|
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|
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"Put some life into it." And I pushed the button.
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"YAAAAAAHHHH!! DON'T! YES! YES! I WILL, YES!"
|
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|
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"Works well, don't it?"
|
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|
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"Don't do it again, please, I'll be good, I'll do
|
|
anything..."
|
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|
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"I know you will, piggy."
|
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|
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"I will, I swear it..."
|
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|
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"To avoid this?"
|
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"NAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHH....Ohh Jesus don't...YAAAAGGGHHHH...."
|
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|
Great result with little effort.
|
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|
|
"Please you don't have to do that. Why do you have to..."
|
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|
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"I like it. Making you twist. Making you scream. It's fun,
|
|
piggy."
|
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|
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"Just tell me what you want me to do."
|
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"At the party?"
|
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"Anyplace."
|
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"Anyplace, any time, any way?"
|
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"Yes. You know that."
|
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|
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"After you suck all those guys off I think they'll need to
|
|
take a piss."
|
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"Oh."
|
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"Maybe right in that same fine mouth."
|
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"Oh."
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"And you'll swallow that too."
|
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"Oh."
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"Right, piggy?"
|
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|
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"Yes."
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|
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"Until you throw up again."
|
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"All right."
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"I'm inviting all my pals."
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"Of course."
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"And that's not all."
|
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"Who else?"
|
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"You'll never guess."
|
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|
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"What--"
|
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|
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"Your daddy."
|
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|
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"What?"
|
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"Your dear old daddy."
|
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"You--you're--"
|
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"Remember him?"
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"You can't."
|
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"I can. I did."
|
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"No."
|
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"No?"
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"Not that. Not him."
|
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"Your daddy can't wait."
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"I won't."
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"You won't?"
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"No. I can't."
|
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"Oh, dear. In that case..."
|
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"HAAUUGGHHHH NO NO NO NAAAAAAHHHHGGG NO PLEAAAAEEEEEE."
|
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|
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"Try again."
|
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|
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"Jesus god no more please not any more please Jesus please
|
|
please please please please please..."
|
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|
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"About your daddy..."
|
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"Unnhhhh. Unhh."
|
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"Shall I..."
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"NO!"
|
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"About daddy..."
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"All right."
|
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|
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"What?"
|
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|
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"All right. All right."
|
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"All right what, piggy?"
|
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"Bring him."
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"I am."
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"He'll love it."
|
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"I think so too."
|
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"His own daughter."
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"His whore daughter."
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"Will you make me..."
|
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"Yes."
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"He'll be..."
|
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"Yes."
|
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"And you'll let him..."
|
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"Yes."
|
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Jo was crying very hard.
|
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She was naked, of course.
|
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Philip was watching.
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"You know, Jo," I said. "I'll bet Philip has a hard-on."
|
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"I'll bet you do too," Jo said.
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I pushed the button again.
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I did it for a while.
|
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I did it until Jo was hoarse.
|
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I waited for a while.
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|
Then I said, "Anything to say, piggy?"
|
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"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."
|
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|
|
"Why don't you ask him?"
|
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|
|
"What?"
|
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"Philip. Your darling husband. Ask him if he has a hard-on."
|
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|
|
"Do you have a hard-on, Philip?"
|
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"Yes," Philip said.
|
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"From watching me in pain?"
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"I...yes."
|
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"Do you want the button, Philip?"
|
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"I...no."
|
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"Do you want Jo to suck you off?"
|
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"I..."
|
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|
"She will if I tell her. Right, piggy?"
|
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|
|
"Yes."
|
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|
|
"She'll lick your ass if I tell her. Right, whore?"
|
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|
"Yes."
|
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"Do you want her to lick your ass, Philip?"
|
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"I...no."
|
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"What is it you want."
|
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"I want to whip her."
|
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"Jesus," Jo said.
|
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"Why," I said.
|
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"She's a whore, isn't she?"
|
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"Ask her."
|
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"You're a whore, aren't you?" he said to Jo.
|
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"Yes," Jo said. "I'm sorry."
|
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|
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"You humiliated me and degraded yourself for this man."
|
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"Yes."
|
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|
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"You crawl to him and lower yourself for his pleasure and
|
|
act like an animal."
|
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"Yes."
|
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|
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"You are a disgrace to civilization."
|
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|
|
"I know."
|
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|
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"You deserve to be whipped."
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"Probably."
|
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"Don't you?"
|
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"Yes."
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"And I want to whip you."
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Jo said nothing.
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"Shall I?" Philip said.
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And Jo made the only answer she could. "I'm sorry, Philip...
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you'll have to ask him."
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And he did.
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And I said yes.
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As long as I could watch.
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And listen.
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And savor.
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*
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The whip sang, and so did Jo.
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"Sweet piggy," I said.
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I had hung her by her wrists from the ceiling, arms wide
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apart. Her legs spread similarly, roped to rings in the floor.
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Jo was spread eagled in the air.
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Her naked body taut and straining.
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Screaming her guts out.
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Philip stood behind her, whipping her as hard as he could.
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"Do it harder," I said.
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I put my hands on her breasts and squeezed them as she
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screamed into my face.
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"Jo," I said, "your dear old daddy should see you now."
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"Call him up," Philip said.
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I got on the phone.
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"We're whipping your daughter," I said. "Listen."
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Jo sang.
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"If you want to come over you can watch."
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"I'll be right there," Jo's daddy said.
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"Jo darling, your daddy is coming right over.
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"You can sing for him too."
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The whip cracked.
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"Like that," I said.
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I took hold of her breasts again.
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Crack!
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"Sing to me, piggy."
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*
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"Ask your daddy to fuck you."
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"Please fuck me, daddy."
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"Just as you are."
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"Just as I am."
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"How do you like your naked daughter?"
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"She's no little girl any more."
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"She give you a hard-on?"
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"Especially stretched out that way."
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"And in agony."
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"There's that too."
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"You want to fuck her?"
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"What do you think, daughter?"
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"I can't stop you, daddy."
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"I loved watching you getting whipped."
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"I'm glad you enjoyed it, daddy."
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"I'd like to do it myself."
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"I'm sure you can if you want to."
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"Would you like that?"
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"No, I wouldn't. But I don't have a choice."
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"I guess not."
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"Your daughter is my slave."
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"How nice for you."
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"Aren't you, little piggy?"
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"Yes."
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"Piggy?"
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"She's a pig. Isn't that right, Jo?"
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"Yes."
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"Yes what?"
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"I'm a pig."
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"Say oink for your daddy."
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"Oink."
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"Again. Louder."
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"Oink."
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"Don't stop."
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"Oink. Oink. Oink. Oink. Oink. Oink. Oink."
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"You see?"
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"I could fuck her just like this."
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"That's right."
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"Standing up."
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"Painful for her."
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"Not painful enough."
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"Daddy..."
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"What do you want?"
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"Whip her while I fuck her."
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"Daddy...god..."
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"Okay with me."
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"I'm gonna do it to you, Jo."
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"I'm your daugher, daddy."
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"You're a pig."
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"Yes."
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"You can't do a damn thing about it."
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"I know."
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"I'm gonna fuck you while you're being whipped."
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"Yes, daddy."
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"That gorgeous damn body is gonna squirm like hell."
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"Yes, daddy."
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"And I'm gonna be inside it."
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"Yes, daddy."
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"You sweet helpless hurting little whore."
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"Yes, daddy."
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"Take it."
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"Oh god...daddy..."
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"Whip her now."
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Philip did.
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The whip sang.
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Jo sang louder.
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Her body was spasming and twisting and squirming.
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Her daddy was moaning.
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It didn't take long.
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"Cut her down."
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Jo fell to the floor.
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Her daddy grabbed her hair and pulled her face into his
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crotch.
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Jo was crying and gasping and twitching.
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Her daddy's cock was in her open mouth.
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"Suck me hard, piggy daughter."
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She did.
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Then her daddy lay her flat on the floor on her whipped
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abraded back and flung himself on top of her and raped her for a
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long time as she screamed and screamed and screamed...
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Philip and I took over when daddy was done.
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*
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"Did you ever suck a dog's cock?" I said.
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"No," Jo said. "Is that what you want to make me do next?
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Suck a dog's cock?"
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"I'm thinking about it."
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"I'll do it."
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"Of course you will."
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"You want me to fuck the dog too?"
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"I think the dog would like that."
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"I'll do that too."
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"I know you will, piggy."
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"I'll do anything you can think of."
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"That's a good little piggy."
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"You can degrade me all you want."
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"Yes, I know."
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"I don't care any more."
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"Yes you do. But you can't help it."
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"You make me an animal."
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"That's what you are."
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"Yes. That's what I am."
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"Say oink for me."
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"Oink."
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"Piggy."
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"Oink."
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"Little slut slave.'
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"Oink. Oink. Oink."
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"Pull your skirt up."
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"Why?"
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"I want to put out my cigarette on your thigh."
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"Oh."
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"Higher."
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"All right."
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"All the way up, piggy. I'm going to grind it out high up on
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the inside, where my body will rub against it when I fuck you."
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"All right."
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"Hold still."
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"I'm trying."
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"Now."
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"Unn. Nn. Nnnhhh. Sssss. Huuh. Hunh. Unnhhh."
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"Good girl."
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"Jesus."
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"Don't put your skirt down."
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"Oh god."
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"I want one on the other thigh."
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"Of course."
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"Must be symmetrical, you know."
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"Yes."
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"Ready?"
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"I'm..."
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"Say yes."
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"Yes."
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"Say please."
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"Please."
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"Tell me what you want me to do."
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"Please grind your cigarette out slowly high up on the
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inside of my thigh, so I will have two burns that your body can
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rub against when you fuck me."
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"All right, piggy."
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"HAAAUUUUUUGGGHHHHHHH."
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"Too loud, piggy."
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"I'm sorry."
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"Gag yourself."
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"All right."
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"With my cock."
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"All right."
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"And then I'll bring in the dog."
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"All right."
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"Nice and slow now, piggy. Good little cocksucking dog-
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fucking whore. Keep it up, sweet little piggy slut bitch slave
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girl, make me come and swallow it all and then you can do it to
|
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the dog.
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"Sweet piggy."
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*
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Jo was hanging upside down by her ankles and sucking her
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daddy's cock. Her arms were tied behind her, wrists to elbows,
|
|
and her daddy was holding on to her hair and pulling her head
|
|
tight against him so as to keep his cock in her mouth. Jo's daddy
|
|
was standing with his pants around his ankles as his daughter was
|
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sucking him. She was choking and sputtering and had to try to
|
|
breathe through her nostrils because her daddy would not let his
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cock slide all the way out of Jo's mouth. Jo didn't have any
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clothes on at all.
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"Damn, that's good," Jo's daddy said.
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I was standing on the other side of Jo, running my hands up
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and down her straining thighs. I had a cigarette in my hand. Jo's
|
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daddy had asked me to light it up. So far I hadn't used it, but
|
|
Jo was not unaware of the fact that it was in my hand, and that I
|
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might use it at any time.
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"Damn damn damn," Jo's daddy said. "My little girl has one
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fantastic fucking mouth."
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"Your little girl's got great thighs too," I said.
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"You wanna stick that cigarette into them?"
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"Gmk," Jo said. "Nnggmmmk."
|
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|
"What's wrong, darlin'," her daddy said. "You don't want
|
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your pretty thighs kissed by that hot little thing?"
|
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|
"Ghhhmmm," Jo said.
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|
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"Don't stop sucking, daughter. You don't stop sucking for
|
|
anything, you got that?"
|
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|
"Hmmmm."
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"Right. Even if it hurts, okay, darlin'?"
|
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"Mmmmggg..."
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|
|
"And if you bite me, sugar, you will be one sorry little
|
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bitch."
|
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"Gggghhh..."
|
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|
|
"You got that, darlin'?"
|
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|
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"Mmmnnn...."
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"Do it," Jo's daddy said.
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"Nnnngggg...."
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"Do it slow."
|
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"NNNNGGGGHHHHH...."
|
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"All right," I said.
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"NNNGGGGGNNNGGG...."
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I did it.
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|
Slow.
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|
Burning.
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|
Searing.
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|
Twisting.
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|
Gently.
|
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|
Slowly.
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Harder.
|
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|
Slowly.
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Twisting.
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Burning.
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Grinding.
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Slowly.
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|
Until it went out.
|
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|
And Jo was screaming around her daddy's cock.
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|
And she was bucking and writhing as she hung there.
|
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Jo's breasts were bouncing.
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And rolling.
|
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And her legs were spasming.
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And her body was jerking.
|
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|
|
But her daddy still held her hair.
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And his cock was still in her mouth.
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And Jo was sobbing and gagging.
|
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|
|
And her daddy came.
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Hard.
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In her mouth.
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Down her throat.
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|
Again and again.
|
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"Damn," he said. "Fucking damn shit yeah, baby darlin' slut
|
|
daughter, swallow that stuff you fine little prick sucker."
|
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And Jo did.
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"Now you suck him and I'll burn the other thigh," Jo's daddy
|
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said.
|
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*
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"Do it."
|
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|
|
"Must I?"
|
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|
"Yes."
|
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|
|
"Oh god."
|
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|
|
"Now."
|
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|
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"He's fat."
|
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|
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"So what?"
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"You bastard."
|
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"Jo."
|
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|
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"I'm sorry."
|
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|
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"What are you?"
|
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|
|
"A whore."
|
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|
|
"Whose whore?"
|
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|
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"Your whore."
|
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|
|
"And what else?"
|
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"A pig."
|
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|
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"A filthy pig."
|
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|
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"Yes."
|
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|
|
"Say it."
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|
|
"A filthy pig."
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|
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"Say it all."
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"I am a filthy pig."
|
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|
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"Say oink."
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"Oink."
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"Louder."
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"Oink."
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|
|
"Now do it."
|
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|
|
"Excuse me."
|
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|
|
"What?"
|
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|
|
"Would...would you like to fuck me?"
|
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|
|
"What!"
|
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|
|
"Would you like to fuck me?"
|
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|
|
"What is this?"
|
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|
"You can if you want."
|
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|
|
"I can?"
|
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|
|
"Yes."
|
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|
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"Why?"
|
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|
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"I'm a slut."
|
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|
|
"What is this, a trick?"
|
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"No."
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|
|
"What is it?"
|
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|
|
"It's something I have to do."
|
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|
|
"Why?"
|
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"He told me to."
|
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|
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"Who is he?"
|
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"My owner."
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"Who are you?"
|
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"Jo."
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"Do you want to fuck me?"
|
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"No."
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|
|
"Then why would you do it?"
|
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"He wants me to."
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"Are you his slave?"
|
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|
"Yes."
|
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|
|
"What?"
|
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|
|
"Yes. I am."
|
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|
|
"But...you're beautiful."
|
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|
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"Thank you."
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"And sexy."
|
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|
|
"Thank you."
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"Anybody would want you."
|
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|
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"Thank you."
|
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|
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"You don't want to fuck me."
|
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"No."
|
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|
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"But..."
|
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|
"But I will."
|
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|
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"Right now?"
|
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|
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"Right now."
|
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|
|
"Right here?"
|
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|
|
"Right here."
|
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|
|
"Why?"
|
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|
|
"I have to."
|
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|
|
"Okay."
|
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|
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"Shall I undress?"
|
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|
"Yes."
|
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|
|
"All right."
|
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|
|
"Why are you crying?"
|
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|
|
"Because I'm degrading myself."
|
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|
|
"Oh."
|
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|
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"I'm naked."
|
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|
|
"I can see that."
|
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|
|
"Do you want me to lie down?"
|
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|
|
"No."
|
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|
|
"What do you want?"
|
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|
|
"I want to fuck you in the ass."
|
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|
"Oh."
|
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|
|
"Can I?"
|
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|
|
"Yes."
|
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|
|
"Will you like that?"
|
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|
|
"No."
|
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|
|
"Will you hate it?"
|
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|
|
"Yes."
|
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|
|
"Will it hurt?"
|
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|
|
"Yes."
|
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|
|
"Will you scream?"
|
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|
|
"Probably."
|
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|
"Let's find out."
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|
"All right."
|
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|
|
"Ask me to fuck you in the ass."
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"Please fuck me in the ass."
|
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|
|
"I want to feel your tits first."
|
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|
|
"All right."
|
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"Great tits."
|
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|
|
"Ouch!"
|
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|
|
"Too tight?"
|
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|
|
"Yes."
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|
|
"Too bad."
|
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|
|
"Ohhh."
|
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|
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"My cock is hard."
|
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"Yes."
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|
|
"I'd like it in your mouth."
|
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|
"All right."
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"Not now."
|
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"All right."
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"Now I want it in your ass."
|
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"All right."
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"Then you can lick it off and suck on it."
|
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"All right."
|
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|
"God, you'll just do anything, won't you?"
|
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|
|
"I can't help it."
|
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"I'm gonna rape your ass."
|
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"I know."
|
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"Scream for me."
|
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"GAAAUUUUGGGGNNNNOOOO....."
|
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|
|
"Sweet hurting squirming tight-assed pain girl cry scream
|
|
fight..."
|
|
|
|
*
|
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|
|
"Piggy."
|
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|
|
"Oink."
|
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|
|
"Take it."
|
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|
|
"Oink."
|
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|
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"Sweet whore."
|
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"Oink."
|
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"Kiss me."
|
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|
|
"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.............."
|
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|
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"Tell Brad what you are."
|
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"I am a crawling whore slave..."
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