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Hooked

"Fuck her, George, fuck her until she screams. Fuck the silly little bitch stupid!"
George did exactly that, until I had to turn my head away and let out the cries within me as I climaxed in a crescendo of pain and ecstasy, ready to die myself and just as ready to die for this man who'd made me feel more alive than I'd ever done before. A second - an eternity - later, our tongues were writhing against each other as his hot seed pumped into my womb. When he finally got off me his sweat soaked shirt peeled away from my breasts and stomach like a snake's skin as I gulped for air.

Insecurity Check

"Well, while you're thinking about it, just remember that I'm your slave girl now. Anything you want me to do, I have to do it." He was thinking about it alright. He was twitching with excitement even before I started giving him his blow job. It's just so easy to turn a guy on if he's got some imagination. Grabbing them by the cock is easy, grabbing their mind often isn't, not unless there's something in there to work with already. "I'll find something for you to do, Kelly, count on it. I'll find a way of putting your big fat ass out on the edge, even if I have to screw you in the middle of Central Park." That was what I wanted to hear. I wanted him strutting his feathers and the king of the world in his own mind. As long as I was getting him hot and bothered at every session he wouldn't want to spoil the deal by telling tales to Ti or hitting me for money. Of course that wouldn't last for ever but right now I needed some time to try to think a way through the situation, which was why I was really sucking up to him. And in a way I'd bet he'd never been sucked before. The thing was, he was a weirdo, and weirdos are --- well, weird. From what I'd heard him say so far, he might wake up one morning and decide to take his laptop on a Greyhound to Hollywood or Hindustan, or anywhere, and that would be the end of this problem. I could hope, anyway.

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