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Subject: {ASSM} NEW STORY "Hi, It's Jamie" (phone sex - M/F, M/f, incest, verbal abuse, prostitution, impregnation)
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Hi, It's Jamie
By Scooby One (of three)
***Author's note: This feeble attempt to emulate one of "Viddler's" stories
(using his notion of verbal abuse with only a mild mention of pain) while
fictionalized, and embellished (of course) is nevertheless based on some very
real people and events in a very interesting period of my life. Comments
welcome.
USUAL LEGAL BULLSHIT********** You know if you shouldn't be reading this.
"Hello?"
"Hi. It's Jamie."
"Wel, well! Haven't heard from you in a while."
"I know. I'm not calling too late am I?"
"Nine o'clock? No way. Whatsup?"
"Well, um.. I'm kinda in a bind. I need $300 by the first of the month or I'm
gonna get evicted. 'n I don't have it. I'm not working now and I'm fucking
broke. D'ya think I could, like, borrow it from you guys?"
"Whoa, that's a lot of money. What about your mom?"
"No way. Since Bud died she hasn't even wanted to speak to me. She'd laugh in
my face if I asked her. I tried all my friends, 'n they're mostly broke too.
You're pretty much my last hope."
"Well, shit, Jamie. There's no way Caitlyn would go for a loan like that.
First, you're only 19 and hardly "settled down." Plus, you just said you didn't
have a job, and, well, to tell you the truth, she's been kinda pissed at you
after the way you got me going that night and then walked out on me."
"Yeah I know. Look, I'm really sorry about that. I was all screwed up back
then. Plus the idea of just lying there and letting you do it to me, y'know,
make me naked and fuck me and stuff, right there on the living room carpet while
your girlfriend was sleeping upstairs and all just freaked me out.
"Jamie, you knew we had an open relationship. You knew she didn't care what you
let me do to you. Caitlyn didn't care about you at all, and neither did I... you
were just a sport-fuck. She was happy for me, you knew that. Hell, she
flat-out told me, in front of you, to fuck the shit out of you! That's the way
our relationship is, Jamie, you know that. It's worked for 10 years."
"I know, I know... Jesus, I was only nine when you and Caitlyn got together. I
like her, I really do. And I'm sorry I fucked up. I mean, I wanted you to...
y'know... I'd wanted you to do it to me for, like, forever... but when it was
gonna happen for sure... I just freaked."
<SILENCE>
"I understand. But Caitlyn still wouldn't OK me giving you a loan."
<SILENCE>
"Well...."
<SILENCE>
"Well what, Jamie?"
"Shit, here goes..... D'ya think maybe you could get the money without her
knowing?"
"Probably. But why would I want to?"
"Well.... I mean... well... Jody.... OK... Jody told me a few years ago that you and her
um... she said you guys had a deal kinda like, y'know?. She said you gave her
money sometimes... she said up to $100 for every time she let you.... that you
and her.... 'n I thought maybe you and I could...."
"I didn't "give" Jody anything, Jamie. Any money your sister got from me, she
earned."
"Well, yeah, I know. I mean.... she told me... um... I know what it was, y'know,
for."
"Do you Jamie? I don't think so."
"It was for sex, right? You gave Jody money if she... y'know... had sex with
you, right? If she sucked you and let you fuck her and all?"
"In a way, yes. But there was a lot more to it than that."
"Like what?"
"Are you sure you want to know?"
"Yeah. I have to... I mean... look, I really need the money. If I get evicted,
I've got no place to go. Whatever it is, I'll do it, I have to, I've got no
choice."
"OK. Here's what I'll do. I'm gonna explain to you what Jody and I had going,
what she had to do if whe wanted to get paid. If you hear me describe something
you won't agree to do 100%, then tell me. My decision as to giving you the
money will depend on what you're willing to do for it. Got it?"
"Uh huh....um...Richard? D'ya think you can give me $300 before the first of the
month if I let you... if I do what Jody did?"
"Jesus, Jamie, have you gotten stupid as you've grown up? I just said that will
depend on how much you agree to do, how submissive you are.. do you what
submissive means?"
"Uh huh, I know. It's like when a girl just, y'know... when she just gives in
totally and lets the guy do anything he wants to her, no matter what it is, even
if she doesn't like it... and when she...like... does anything the guy says even if
she doesn't want to do it. I've been, um.... I can do it.... be submissive and
all."
"How submissive, Jamie? Can you be a slave? Someone's sex slave?"
"Yeah. I can be a slave, I guess. I mean, Yes, I can."
"Interesting. You're not surprised by this at all, are you Jamie? Any normal
girl of 19, any decent girl wouldn't know the first thing about what
"submissive" meant. But you... you not only know exactly what it means to be
submissive... you know you can do it. You''ve been a submissive before, haven't
you Jamie? Some guy's sex slave?"
"Um....yeah."
"Yeah what, Jamie?"
"Yeah, I've been a submi-... I've been a slave before, kinda... a y'know.... sex
slave, like you said."
"And loved every minute of it, no doubt."
"I guess."
"OK, if I decide to give you the money, will you agree to be my sex slave? To
do anything I say, Jamie? And to let me do anything I want to you? And I do
mean anything."
"Uh huh. I can do that... I mean... I will do that... let you do anything you want to
me, even if I don't like it."
"Well, that has possibilities."
"Uh...Richard? Would I have to let you hurt me? I mean, I'll still do it, be
your sex slave 'n all. I will. I was just wondering if I'd hafta... y'know... let
you hurt me... y'know.. tie me up 'n stuff."
"Probably. No, definitely. But nothing permanent. No scars."
"Oh....."
"Oh what, Jamie?"
"Nothing. I mean, it's OK...it is... really. Like I said, I was... y'know... just
wondering."
"But you're getting ahead of things, Jamie. Don't get so eager. I haven't
decided yet whether or not you're worth paying to fuck and you're already
fantasizing about what I might do to you. You've only passed the first hurdle,
Jamie. Here's the second... listen close, Jamie, because I'm only going to say
this once. If you want a chance at the same deal I gave Jody, then you've got
to agree to submit to me completely, to enter into total sexual slavery, and
your slavery to me has to start during this phone call. Right now, in fact. If
you agree, then you give up the right to say "no" to me right now, and I go on
to describe what comes next. If you don't agree now, we stop right here, I say
goodnight and go get some sleep while you, on the other hand, can find some
other way to keep a roof over your head. So, yes or no?"
<SILENCE>
"Jamie?"
<soft gasp...panting>
"OH! Uh yeah, OK, I agree. It can start right now, I guess."
"You're fucking getting turned-on, aren't you Jamie? All this talk about sexual
slavery is getting to you, isn't it Jamie?"
"Um......"
"Jaaaaamieeee?"
"Uh..."
"Tell me Jamie! Or we stop right here and now!"
"Yes! OK? Allright? Yes, I'm getting' turned-on! It's sick, I know, but I
can't help it."
"What's sick, Jamie?"
"Me, OK? Getting' all horny and shit listening to you tell me I have to do all
this stuff and let you do sex to me and all and laying here thinking about it
and almost puking but still getting all wet and stuff. It's fucking disgusting.
I'm fucking disgusting."
"That's true, but I figured that out 20 minutes ago. Let's move on to something
not so obvious. Where are you Jamie? In your apartment. Where are you?"
"In bed."
"What are you wearing?"
"A long t-shirt."
"What else?"
"That's it. It's what I sleep in."
"No underpants?"
"Uh uh. I can't.... I mean.... I didn't used ta... I mean.. I don't wear them."
"Someone made you stop wearing underpants, didn't they Jamie?"
"Yeah...how'd you know?"
" How many fingers do you have in your cunt, Jamie? Don't lie to me."
"How did you....? Uhhh t-two...I h-have two fingers up in me."
"That's good. Don't stop finger-fucking your hole until I tell you to,
understand?"
"Uh huh.....nnnggnnn."
"And tell me when you cum. Every time. If you miss one, I hang up."
"O..... OK.... I w-will... t-tt-tell you... it'llllll b-beeee ssssooooonnn..."
"God, you really are a fuckin' slut, aren't you Jamie?"
<SILENCE>
<a moan, a whimper>
"Aren't you, Jamie?"
"OHHH.... Y-y-yeah I aammm.....It's happening, Richard... ohgodohgod... I'mmm
c-c-cummmminnnnn."
"What are you, Jamie? Tell me..."
"Ah-ah-ah s-slut..."
That's right, a fucking gutter-slut... keep saying it!"
"S-s-slut.... I'm a ohhhhhhhhh...I'm a slut.... I am..... huhuhuhuhu Jeeeesssus! I'm a
fuh-fuh-fukukuking s-s-sssslut I'm cumming Richard I'm a guh-guh-guttttterrr
ssssslut.... I am! I promise! Oh... OH.... OH my gaaAAAWWWDDD!!"
<SILENCE>
<SILENCE>
<heavy, hard breathing>
"jesus...."
<a soft sob>
"You OK, Jamie?"
"Yeah... I guess."
<sniff>
"You guess?"
"That was.... I mean I haven't..... not since... "
"Haven't cum that hard since the last time you were somebody's slave?"
"Huh? uh... yeah.... not since then."
"Speaking of that, it's time we talked about the next requirement."
"There's more?"
"Absolutely."
"But I already said I'd be your slave, that I'd so anything you say, no matter
what, and that I'd let you do anything you want to me, no matter what. I mean,
fuck... What else is left?"
"Well, this is kind of a special thing. Back when Jody was my sex slave, she
saw it as different. And let me tell you, Jody was really into being a sex
slave. Matter of fact, one time, about six months after we started our thing,
she called and wanted to get together. I told her I couldn't afford it right
then, that we'd have to wait about a week. Well, Jody was quiet for a while and
then she told me that it didn't matter, that for this time she didn't need any
money, that she just wanted to come over and have me, as she called it, "do sex
stuff" to her."
"She did?"
"She did. I said, 'So, Jody, tonight you're not in the mood to be just a whore,
you want to go all the way and be a slut.' She didn't like that at all, but it
turned her on big time, like I knew it would. After that, every time she called
and wanted to come over, I asked her 'Do you want to be a whore or a slut?' A
lot of the time she said 'I want to be a whore.' But more and more often she
said, "I guess tonight I want to be a slut.'"
"Wow...."
"Are you still finger-fucking that filthy hole of yours, Jamie-slut?"
"Hey!... Don't call me that!"
"What? You don't want to hear the truth? We just established back when you
made yourself cum that you are a slut, Didn't we? You said so yourself. If I
can't call you what your really are, we can forget this thing."
"OK...OK... forget I said anything. Call me anything you want. I deserve it, I
guess."
"You still didn't answer my question, slut. Are you still finger-fucking
yourself?"
"um...no."
"Did I tell you you could stop?"
"No.. I'm sorry... OK, here.. I nnnngh.... Jesus that's sensitive! OK, I'mmmmmmmm
doing it again."
"Now, as I was saying..."
"Wait! Richard? Can you hang on a second?"
"What for?"
"Cuz I... um... shit... I kinda need to go get a towel or something."
"Make a little mess, Jamie-slut?"
"yeah.."
"And how did you do that, Jamie?"
"You know."
"Tell me."
"When I c.. when I came."
"Yeah...what happened when you came?"
"I squirted, that's what... all over the place...OK? 'n now I'm fucking all slimy."
"Really? Where?"
"Oh come on..."
"WHERE JAMIE?"
"Allright, allright.... Between my legs, OK?....'n all down the inside of them. OK?
I sprayed my fucking slime all over myself and now it's leaking out of me. Is
that what you wanted to hear?"
"Much better! Now you're starting to talk like a real slut."
"I wish you wouldn't call me that."
"Tell you what.. You tell me exactly why you don't want me to call you a slut,
and maybe I'll stop. I'll even give you a minute or so to think about it. Go
get a towel, Jamie, and clean up your pussy-slime and then get back on the
phone. Oh, and you can stop finger-fucking yourself for a while, Jamie, since
you probably already have anyway."
"OK, hang on..."
<SILENCE>
"OK.. I'm back..... um..... OK.... why I don't like you t' call me a.... I don' know... I
just.... It just makes me feel weird... like I get all ashamed and, y'know,
humiliated."
"Why? Because it's true?"
"NO.. well... I mean, yeah, kinda, I guess."
"Y'know Jamie, you sound a lot like your older sister. So I don't think you've
quite told me everything, have you, Jamie?"
"Whaddyou mean?"
"Well, the thing is, the reason Jody didn't like feeling ashamed and humiliated
was really because of what happened when she felt that way, because of how it
made her feel. You know what I mean, don't you, Jamie?"
"Uh uh. I don't...really.... Um... How did it make her feel?"
"Let me put it this way.... Hmmmm... OK... One of the things that humiliated Jody was
when I made her beg.... Like, beg for me to fuck her, or beg to suck my cock, or
beg to cum. She hated to beg. But the longer I made her beg, and the more
humiliated and ashamed Jody felt, and the more real the begging became. If I
held out long enough, she'd be on her knees, following me around, crying and
promising all sorts of really interesting things if only I'd fuck her, or let
her suck my cock, or sometimes all she'd want is to be able to cum. So how do
you think it made her feel?"
"Made her turned on, I guess... made her more excited? Made her want to...y'know...do
stuff?"
"Very good...and?"
"And? I don' know.... made her want to cum, maybe?"
"Not just want, Jamie."
"Need? Made her need to cum, like, really bad? So that she'd do anything if
she could cum?"
"Give the little slut a gold star!!! Now, Jamie, tell me, that's really why you
don't want me to call you a slut, sin't it? Because the same thing happens with
you, doesn't it?"
<SILENCE>
"DOESN'T IT!"
"Yes... OK?...... I can't help it! I don' know why it happens, it just does. When
somebody... a guy... says bad things about me... I don' know... I get all hot inside and
all squishy and stuff in my c-.. down between my legs..... OK? And it's
disgusting and sick and guys laugh at me and that makes it worse... and now that
you know that you're gonna use it just like they did and I can't stop it...."
<SILENCE>
"Richard? Are you gonna, um.... make... make me beg, too, Richard?"
"Of course I am you stupid bitch! What kind of lame question is that? You just
got done telling me that you turn into a desperate gutter-slut starved for cock
whenver any guy "says bad things" about you. What the hell do you expect? I
should ignore such an easy way to get you on your knees or on your back with
your ankles next to your ears?"
"No...but...."
"Shut up, cunt!"
"ok...ok....uhhhhhh..."
"That sounded interesting...y'know.... a little bit ago, just after you
finger-fucked yourself until you, what was it--- oh yeah, "sprayed your slime!"
Just after that, you stopped playing with yourself and didn't tell me. I'll
bet... I'll just bet that since I've gotten less oohhhh...."polite"... since I've
taken the gloves off, so to speak, and started saying things about you that we
both know are true.... I'll just bet that hand is back down between those slimy
legs of yours... I'll bet you've got at least two fingers back buried in that
sloppy hole you've got between your legs."
<SILENCE>
"Well, my little Jamie-slut? You got a coupla fingers up inside yourself all
slimy and sticky?"
<SILENCE>
"three..."
"What?"
"three... I've got th-three fingers inside me.... And I'm gunna c-c-...."
"STOP"
"Wha...?"
"I SAID STOP RIGHT NOW, SLUT! TAKE YOUR FINGERS OUT OF YOUR FILTHY HOLE RIGHT
NOW!!"
"NNNOOOOoooo... OK...OK..they're out...OK?....god..."
"From now on, cunt, you have to have permission to cum, you understand? If I
see or hear you cum one time without permission..... well, there's just a whole
world of things I could do to you, isn't there, Jamie? And in your situation...
you'd just have to take it, wouldn't you?"
"y-yeah... I guess.... Richard?"
"What."
"Can we..... um... can I.... maybe... ohgod I don't believe I'm asking this.... can I come
over, to your place, I mean.... can I come over there tonight.... like.... now,
maybe?"
"Whatever for, Jamie-slut?"
"you know...."
"Of course I know you nitwit! Jesus save me from morons. I want to hear you
say it, ask for it..."
"So we can.. um.... so.... shit... so you can do stuff to me, sex stuff y'know?...like,
make me naked and fuck me and make me suck you and..."
"Not enough...what else?"
"Oh God!...OK... what else... OK.. ... um so you can treat me bad and... and... and say bad
things about me and.... and.... and make me cum..OK? Is that good enough? I'm
asking.... beggin'... OK? I'm beggin' for what I want you to do to me... for
what....ohgod...for what I need you to do to me, OK? Jeez.. I don't know what
you're making me say all these filthy things about myself. I hafta do what you
say, I need the money... OK? isn't that enough?"
"Oh, Jamie, Jamie, Jamie.... Even at 19 I'd figure you were smarter than you're
acting now. But then why should I? Every real slut I've ever met has had her
brains between her legs, so I guess you're no different. And with your hand
between your legs like it is now, little fingers just itching to fuck that hot
slimy hole between your legs again, you can't really use your brains, can you,
Jamie? Not when all you can think about is getting off. You're just like Jody.
When she needed to cum, her brains just drained out of her along with the pussy
slime that was always running down her leg. I can hear her now in how you talk.
The more turned-on you get, the more you start talking like a teeny-bopper."
"I'm sorr-"
"Shut up! I'm not finished. Where was I? Oh yeah... so you don't like all the
things I make you tell me about yourself? All the nasty, filthy things you keep
secret. All those things you think about when you're shoving your fingers or
God knows what else up your filthy cunt? Too bad. That's the next requirement.
I didn't get a chance to tell you because you interrupted me to announce to me
how you sprayed pussy-slime all over your fucking bedroom. It's what Jody
wanted to avoid. If you want me to agree to this, then get used to me asking
questions of you, personal questions, very personal questions. I expected Jody
to answer every one of the questions I asked her and I'll expect the same from
you. And the same as it was for Jody, it will be for you.... If you lie to me,
one time, and I'll know if you do, believe me...or if you refuse to answer, we
quit, right then. You go home... and you don't get a cent, understand?"
"OK... yeah.... I understand. Richard? What kinda stuff are you gunna ask me?"
"Well, at least you're consistent.... Another dumb question. What kind of
questions do you think I'm going to ask you?"
"OK, I know it's gunna be sex questions, OK? I know I'll hafta tell you all
about when guys did it to me and stuff and what I let them do to me and all. I
know that, but..... well... for instance... what kinda stuff did Jody tell you?"
"Oh, "dog-slut"... that was my name for her... I was always threatening to make her
suck a dog's cock... never did though...pity... anyway, "dog-slut" told me a whole lot
of interesting stuff. How she lost her cherry at 11 in the bushes outside of
your house... how at 13 she was getting fucked at least once a week at school... how
at 14 she started hitchhiking...and being a whore... how she let any total stranger
with $50 pump their sperm into her in their back seat, sometimes in broad
daylight... how two weeks after she started whoring she got into the wrong
vehicle, a van, and how the five gang members in the van took her to a house in
Sylmar and kept her there for four days while those five and who knows how many
other guys emptied their balls into every hole she had... how two months later she
found out she was pregnant and had to take up "hitchhiking" again to pay for the
abortion... how at 16 she got into 'ludes and started going to raves and clubs
every night she could, fucked up out of her mind and getting fucked by so many
guys she lost count... how she got "raped", so she said, about once a week or
so...lots of really interesting stuff.."
"Jesus...."
"Oh, and one more thing, Jamie ... Jody told me, in great detail, all about your
stepfather Bud."
<SILENCE>
"Jamie?"
<SILENCE>
"Yeah... I'm here... um... what did she tell you about... about Bud?"
"Everything."
"Everything about what? I don't understand..."
"Bullshit, Jamie. You understand just fine. It's no use, Jamie. Jody told me
all about it. About how Bud started molesting her when she was 11 and fucking
her when she was 12. How he fucked her two or three times a week in the
bathroom late at night.. how he made her suck his cock and how she puked her
guts out when she had to swallow his sperm...how he came right into Jody's and
your bedroom and fucked her brains out right in her own bed, not ten feet from
where you were supposedly sleeping - she saw you watching several times - how
when your mom was in Las Vegas, which was usually one weekend a month, he'd come
right out to where you two and your brothers were watching TV and tell Jody "get
in here" and how she'd just get up without a word and go into his bedroom for an
hour or two and how she'd walk out of his room bow-legged with sperm running
down her legs. She told me how, when your mom was home, he'd fuck her in the
garage or parked somewhere in his truck... Jody told me how he had a friend who
ran a motel out on Vineland, just a couple of blocks from your house and how he
made her meet him in one of the rooms once or twice a week so he could sodomize
her and fuck her senseless. She even told me how she "paid" for the use of the
room by letting Bud's fat slob friend fuck her and sodomize her all afternoon
long one day a month. She kept going on and on about how all these guys were
fucking her and nobody would use a rubber no matter how much she begged and how
she'd have to just lay there while they pumped sperm up into her. And she told
me about the other three abortions she had to have before she was 15 as well as
the tricks she had to turn to pay for them."
"God! I didn't even know all of that.. I mean... OK, I admit it... I knew about
some of it... a lot of it maybe.. but not that much. Um.... Was that it? I mean,
did she tell you anything else?"
"Anything else? Isn't that enough? Oh all right, let me see.... Oh yeah, I
remember now. Jody told me that when she was 15, and you were 12, Bud pretty
much lost interest in her and left her alone. Yep.... I remember now... She said
that after that, it was you that Bud was taking into the bathroom... that it was
you she heard puking up Bud's sperm and grunting like a pig while he fucked you,
and about you coming back to bed naked most of the time... how it was you he
started calling into his bedroom and taking for long "rides." She told me that,
just like her, you didn't resist at all and never told a soul what Bud was doing
to you.... She talked about how both of your brothers knew what was happening and
laughed about it when you were in the bathroom or in Bud's bedroom getting
fucked full of his sperm. She told me how a month or so before your 13th
birthday, you asked her to teach you about "hitchhiking" because Bud had made
you pregnant and then said you had to pay for the abortion yourself. And after
you got the abortion, did you try to stop Bud from knocking you up all over
again? Nope. According to Jody, you not only kept sneaking off to meet Bud in
the bathroom, the garage, and who knows where else, you not only kept spreading
your legs for Bud whenever he wanted to empty his sperm into you, you even
started spending the occasional afternoon at "The Vineland Inn." Remember that,
Jamie? Room 7 wasn't it? All the way in the back so you could walk from your
house to there without being seen?"
<SILENCE>
"Jamie?"
<SILENCE>
<SILENCE>
"OK, that's it. Forget it, Jamie, I'm hanging up."
"NO...wait...."
"Wait for what, Jamie?"
"Just wait.. OK? I gotta.... Ohgod... allright... OK... yeah... room 7... it was room 7...
I'd walk behind the apartment houses on Strand and..... OK, it's true... all of
it."
"Well, that's a start."
"Look, I'll do it, OK? Ask me anything you want... seems like you pretty much
know it all anyway, except for the filthy, disgusting details. And that's what
you want, isn't it? To make me tell you about all the sick stuff I used to let
guys do to me, guys I didn't even know, and.... shit... all the filthy shit I let
Bud do to me and the shit he made me do. And I'm gunna have to let you do all
kinds of sick shit to me while I'm telling you... and..... ohgod.... Richard? Can't I
please cum now. Richard? Pleassssseee? It'll just take a
second...pleeeeaasssee?"
"Do you still want to come over now?"
"UH HUH.... Yes....I do, I do....please..can I? I'll be good, Richard, I promise I
will."
"Well... You keep your eager little fingers away from your slimy crotch for just a
few minutes and.... I'll tell you what...let's check with Caitlyn and see what she
says......CAITLYN? HONEY?"
"WHAT?"
"PICK UP THE PHONE!!"
<CLICK>
"What, baby? I was just about to go to bed."
"I won't keep you but a minute or so, lover. Somebody wants to ask your
permission for something. Go ahead slut."
<SILENCE>
"Oh sluuu-uut... come out come out wherever you are."
<SILENCE>
"What is this Richard, some kind of a joke? I'm going to bed."
"NO...WAIT...please... I'm sorry....um just wait a minute."
"Who is this? I've heard that voice before..."
"Jamie...Caitlyn... It's J-Jamie."
"Well, well, well.... Little prick-teaser Jamie. What the fuck do you want?"
"I want....um.... jesus.... Look, I'm... I'm sorry about before...really I am....and... and I
want to make it up to Richard... I do.... and... if it's OK with you, I mean... and I
was thinking.... um... if it's OK with you if I... um... maybe I could like... come over
there tonight, and see Richard?"
"And do what?"
"Anything... anything Richard wants I'll... um.. I'll do it, anything he wants... and
I'll let him do anything he wants to me... I will, OK?... I promise... even if I don't
want to...I won't tease him. So... is that... I mean...is that allright with you,
Caitlyn? If I come over tonight I mean... so Richard can f-f... can do whatever he
wants to me?"
"Well, Richard, you animal, you seem to have found yourself a new playmate. She
sounds delightful. Is she as much of a slut as her cock-starved sister?"
"Actually, I think sweet, inccocent little Jamie might be even more of a slut
than Jody ever was, and she is much easier to manipulate. Hell, just a few
minutes ago she was finger-banging herself... she... get this.. these are her
words...she told me that when she came she 'sprayed her pussy-slime all over
herself.'"
"Really? What a disgusting picture that is. Well, she certainly begs nice
enough. I think I just might want to borrow her for a night or two. After
you've had your fill of using her alone, that is."
"I was hoping you would, you sadistic bitch you."
"Flattery will get you nowhere, my love. I'm on the rag, I'm tired, and I'm
going to bed. Goodnight."
"WAAIIIITTT!!"
"Oh Christ. What now, Jamie?"
"You didn't say if it was OK for me to come over... richard said I hafta get your
permission... so can I?"
"Oh how cute! You're right, Richard, about her being an easy mark. You've only
been on the phone with her, what, an hour? And she's already begging ME to let
her be your slut. Priceless. Well, little Jamie-slut - I assume that's what
you've started calling her..."
"Among other things. You know I always try to tell the truth, Caitlyn."
"That you do dear... and you do it sooo well. Anyway.... Yes, dear Jamie-slut.... I
hereby give you my permission to come over tonight so that Richard can stick his
dick into any one of your disgusting holes he wants...more likely all three... but
that's up to him.... Goodnight all."
"Say goodnight, slut."
"Goodnight Caitlyn..."
"Night, love."
<SILENCE>
"Richard?"
"What?"
"Can I....can I cum now, Richard, please?"
"Absolutely not. You've got your permission, now get the fuck over here!"
"OK... I'll just get dressed and..."
"NO!"
"No what? Don't get dressed? Richard, all I've got on is a long t-shirt... 'n
besides it's all sticky and slimy from when I... I've gotta get..."
"Do you still want to come over here and get fucked?"
"Y-y-yeah... I mean, you know I do... I even begged..."
"Then you'll come over dressed just like you are now or not at all."
"OK, Richard... I'll... ohgod...."
<SILENCE>
"NOW YOU FILTHY FUCKING SLUT!"
"yes Richard...."
<CLICK>
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