It started innocently enough. He and I worked together in the same department of a large university. One day he was introducing me to one of his contractors telling him that I was the payroll clerk, and how everyone just loved me. I told the contractor that my friend was under the impression that I was all "sweetness and light" when my friend whispered very softly into my ear, "No, I don't." Apparently he could tell that I was a bit naughty, well, maybe more than I bit. We flirted with each other for several months with him at one point asking me if I would like an armadillo embossed on my for... Continue»
"Okay," I breathed, after her third orgasm, after 40 minutes of thrusting my cock in and out, in and out, in and out of her desparately-needy cunt, "talk dirty."
"What?" she replied, as though she were a Vestal Virgin.
"Talk dirty to me!" I commanded.
"Uh, uh, I don't know how, she protested.
Okay, folks, this bullshit always enrages me: What, you accept my cock in your cunt, but you don't wanna say "fuck"? I gave her one last chance.
"Talk dirty to me!" I told her.
"I don't kno---" she began.
I reared up and started slapping the bitch's face. "Cunt! Whore! Slut!" I yelled.
The stupid bitch was simply not getting it. "Why are you--" SLAP! "Shut up, cunt!"
At this point, the cock receptacle actually thought that, having willingly undressed, having deliberarately stroked my cock while we were both clothed, she had rights of refusal. Who the Hell lives in this fantasy world???
I slapped her into obsequious silence, then mounted her very ample tits, thrusting my about-to-be-volcanic dick back and forth, back and forth, back and forth between her 36Ds.
"Uggh!" I grunted as I pumped the contents of my balls all over her shoulders and face. I refused to allow her to get up until my jism had dried, the clear evidence of her degradation visible on her face. Why she was sobbing, I've no idea: The slut knew what she was getting into when she hooked up with a guy like me.