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"Okay," Bartelli said. "Strip."
He was lying naked on Susan's bed, his hands clasped beneath his head.
Susan had undressed him, at his orders, before they had gone to the bedroom. Now
she stood near the foot of the bed, where he could get a good view of her.
She began to strip.
"Slower," Bartelli said. "Make it sexy."
Slowly and as sexily as she could, Susan took off her clothes.
"It looks good," Bartelli said. "Bring it here."
She moved to the side of the bed, close to him. Her eyes were slightly
glazed. He had her now. She could not refuse him anything. She did not want to.
Bartelli grinned at her and said, "Cunt!" And watched the shiver that
went through her, watched her hard nipples get harder.
"Okay," he said then. "Climb aboard, Mrs. Garson."
Eagerly she got onto the bed and straddled him. She looked down at his
thick, erect cock. It was an ugly purple color. Veins throbbed just beneath the
skin, and
little hairs sprouted from several places on the shaft.
"Put it in," Bartelli said. "Little stuck-up bitch. Put that thing
inside you."
Susan obeyed. She moaned as the large pole breached the opening of her
cunt.
"Now get down on it. All the way."
"Unnhh. Oohh. Aaahhh..." Susan lowered herself slowly, pushing down,
feeling the ruthless prick being forced farther and farther into her narrow
pussy. "Aahh...Oooh...Unnnh...Ahh... Aaahh..."
"Look at you," Bartelli gritted. "You can't get enough of it. Whore!"
"Yesss..." Susan hissed. The thing was up her to the hilt now.
"Now fuck, Mrs. Garson. Fuck me good."
Susan began to move. She leaned back on her hands for leverage, and she
fucked him, hips squirm ing, breasts bobbing, hair tossing, head back, mouth
open and panting.
"Goddamn!" Bartelli said, a little breathlessly. "Go to it, baby!"
"Ah. Ahh. Aaahh. Ooohhh! Ohh!"
"Hey. Hey, bitch. I'm disgusting, right?"
"Ohh...Yes...you are...unnhh..."
"I make you want to throw up, huh?"
"Yes! Damn you...yes..."
"But you're fucking me, you kinky cunt. I'm so damn disgusting, you're
about to pop your cork. Right? Right, shithead?"
"YES! aahh...AAAAHHH!...Aiieeee!!"
Susan's orgasm blasted through her and left her limp. She fell forward,
crouched over Bartelli on her knees and elbows, her breasts dangling above his
chest, his stiff cock still deep inside her.
"Don't stop," Bartelli said. "You're gonna make it again. I make you
throw up, but you fuck like a bunny."
"I...can't help it..."
"All I did was call you a few names."
"Do it again..." Her hips began to move again.
"You stood there and took off your clothes for me. For this guy who
disgusts you."
"Yes..."
"And you screwed yourself silly, and you'll do it again." He brought his
hands to her breasts and held them, squeezing slightly.
Susan began to whimper. "Yes. Hurt them. Hurt me."
"Shut up. And after you're done fucking, you're gonna suck me hard
again. I want to see my cock in your mouth."
"Ohh. Oh, yes...Oooh..."
"Then you can lick my ass. How's that for disgusting? You'll really dig
that, won't you?"
"Anything...ohh god...anything you want..."
"Miss High-and-Mighty," Bartelli laughed.
"Hurt me..."
"No." He pulled her down on top of him. Her breasts flattened on his
chest. "Kiss me on the mouth, Mrs. Garson."
She put her mouth on his and he stuck his tongue inside it and moved it
around roughly, then sucked hers into his own mouth. Her hips moved faster, her
body twisting against him.
Finally he broke the kiss and brought her head down to speak hoarsely
into her ear. "Ready to throw up yet, bitch? Cunt. Cocksucker. Pig-fucker.
Shit-licker. Whore!"
Susan screamed as she came again, and Bartelli came with her.
