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 Author: Daddy Walker
Title: What a Woman Wants
Keywords: M+~F wife interr nc viol anal ws

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   What a Woman Wants

   The beginning of the film sucked.  Fred looked over at his wife Diane,
sitting by his side in a thin, light summer dress.  He pictured her blond
hair flowing down around his cock instead of her shoulders.  He imagined
her red lips wrapped around his shaft.  The sight of her perfect,
milky-white face made him swell to his full 8 inches of hardness inside his
pants.  She was putting on make-up with her little mirror, hornying him up.
She was driving him crazy.  So was the film.

   - "I hate exposition!", he said.

   Diane didn't turn from the screen.  She was obviously intent on watching
this.

   - "Not now, Honey.  They're explaining.", she answered absentmindedly.

   - "I wish they could just do it interestingly...", he answered sulkily.

   Their dalmatian yawned down on the floor in a corner.

   Fred realized that she was going to see the film no matter what he said.

   - "Listen...", he tried.  "Nothing is going to happen for a while. 
Let's fuck!  We can still keep an eye on the screen..."

   She smiled.  She scooted the dress up, baring her pantyless, shaved
cunt, and lay back in the couch.

   - "If you just eat me out, I can keep an eye on the screen.", she said
with a teasing voice.  "Is that ok?"

   Fred knew that this was as good a deal as he was going to get.  Soon, he
was putting his mouth between her spread legs while her fingers were
running through his dark hair.

   - "Yeesss....", she sighed when she felt his tongue against her clit.

   She looked down into his eyes.

   - "Are you happy down there, Dear?", she whispered, smiling.

   He didn't answer, but he didn't have to.  This was good.  He could taste
her cunt.  It was like the old days, except for to a crappy netflix film
instead of "Nasty".  After a few more gasps and moans, she started talking
again.

   - "Yeah, Dear...", she started, grinding her hairless crotch a little in
his face.  "You know...  I read on some site that men never really enjoy
this..."

   She put her head back for a few seconds, enjoying the slow movements of
his tongue through her fuck lips, feeling his fingers entering her.  She
looked back at the screen but kept talking, bucking her crotch up and down.

   - "Mmmmhhh...  It was some kind of feminist stuff...", she continued
absentmindedly.  "It said that men really just want to dominate their
women."

   She kept talking, but he didn't mind.  The smell of her cunt juice was
all over his trimmed beard.  Diane moaned as he pushed a finger deeper
inside her soaking pussy.

   - "Yesss...  Yeaaaahhhhh....", she said, pressing him against her
crotch. "There are men who suppress their sexuality...  And then, there are
only bad men.  Mmmmhhhhhh....  Who would really always hurt and rape their
women unless the law stopped it..."

   One of his fingers started sliding down towards her asshole.

   - "Yes Dear...  Please...", she urged him on

   He slowly worked his finger inside her ass, causing her to scream.

   - "Ohhhhh fuuuuck yeesss!  You're so good to me...", she continued.

   He started fucking his finger in and out of her asshole.

   - "Yes!", she moaned.  "It's perfect!"

   She came into his mouth, and after a minute of moaning, she calmed down
and sat up again.

   - "Of course, it was all just stupid feminist talk...", she purred,
curling up next to him, watching the film.  "But I really love you..."

   ...

   Diane was putting on make-up for a night at the bar.  Fred was already
dressed and ready, watching her turning herself into a ravishing,
head-turning sexpot.  She was wearing a red dress that was all cleavage. 
Under it, Fred had caught a glimpse of a slim, red thong.  His cock was a
tent-pole in his slacks.

   Right now, she was finishing her second round of blood-red lipstick. 
Fred was uneasy.  He unbuttoned a button in his shirt and tugged at the
cloth, trying to stop sweating.

   Suddenly you could hear cars pulling up to the house.  The doorbell
rang. Diane stopped working and looked back at Fred with a surprised face.
A pearl of sweat ran down his face.

   - "Who's that?", she asked with a hint of worry in her voice.

   He looked nervous, and he turned and left, leaving her in a stunned
silence.

   She heard the door open.  People entered.  The dog barked.

   In just a matter of seconds, beer cans were opened...  Men were talking
loudly, laughing...  Diane could sense something was wrong.

   Finally, she heard them coming towards her room.  At first, she saw them
through the mirror.  They were black, and they were big.  She saw rippling
muscles under every t-shirt and wife beater.  They smiled appreciatingly,
forming a half-circle behind her.

   Diane tried to appear calm, hoping that this was all some kind of joke.
In a matter of seconds, she was trapped and entirely at their mercy.  She
kept brushing her face, watching them through the mirror.

   - "Such a pretty little face...", she heard a teasing voice say.

   She used a pad to wipe the nervous sweat from her face, and then she
kept busy, putting on another layer of eye-liner.

   - "Yeah, honey...", a second man said.  "Make yourself beautiful for
us..."

   - "What a sexy little slut", another deep voice chuckled."...just
waiting here for all the black cocks..."

   She felt her cunt getting wet.  It wasn't from horniness, it was from
fear.  She looked down at the crotches of their jeans and slacks, and she
saw furious, very large, growing bulges.  This was turning them on...  She
knew she had to say something.

   - "Fred?", she tried, with a voice that came out much weaker than she
had intended.

   There was no answer.  She stayed focused on shading her face, trying to
seem unconcerned, but her shaking hand betrayed her.  They kept standing
there for a minute, sipping their beer.  Their comments were getting more
and more lewd.

   Eventually, one of the men stepped up and touched her cheeks, preventing
her from finishing with her lip liner.  At first, his strong, large fingers
were gentle, but soon they slid down and gripped her chin hard.

   - "I like your lips!", he said with a low voice.  "And I'm gonna love
them when they clean my cock from your fuck mess!"

   She let out a quiet gasp, trying her best stay calm.  There was no doubt
in her mind anymore that they were really going to rape her.

   Now she saw Fred's face in the mirror.  The men seemed to be holding
him, and he seemed almost as scared as she was.  What would they do to him
if she resisted?

   - "We're gonna have to tie your little hubby down!", one of them said.
"He told us to come here for you, but we don't want him to hurt himself if
he changes his mind and tries to rescue you..."

   She was shocked at the implication that her husband had brought them
here on purpose.  What did it mean?

   A couple of them took him out of sight.  From the talking she guessed
they were tying him up in the couch back there.  Then, all the men moved in
on her.

   Suddenly, there were hands all over her body.  Their fingers tugged the
straps of her dress, played with her breasts, and worked the hem up to
squeeze her ass.  Her cunt became more and more wet, preparing to be raped.
In spite of her fear, she blushed in response to their touch.

   - "Tell us what a good fucking whore you are...", someone said.

   - "Please...", she said.

   One of them bent down and licked her ear.  He took out a knife.

   - "Oh, you're going to do a lot of begging...", he whispered.  "If you
don't tell us that you're our whore right now, you're going to see how I
treat disobedient women..."

   He pinched her ass very hard, hurting her.  She whimpered.

   - "I'm a whore...  ", she said quietly with fear and hesitation in her
voice.  "I promise..."

   - "That's a good bitch!", he laughed.  "Now, a good whore does what
she's told, right?"

   He positioned his crotch in front of her face.

   - "Take it out!", he ordered.

   She hesitated briefly before she reached up and pulled the zipper of his
slacks down.  She felt the warmth and hardness of his cock through the
underwear.  She reached inside, pulled the underwear to the side, and
wrapped her fingers around a hot, massive, black organ.  As carefully as
she could, she pulled the 10 inch shaft out of the pants.

   - "In just a minute, that cock is going to be inside your body...", he
laughed.

   They all closed in on her.

   - "That's right, you sexy slut...", the same man as before continued. 
"You're just a black-cock toy now...  Let's see you take them all out!"

   He grabbed her face, squeezing it, motioning at the other men while he
held the knife in front of her face.

   She turned around, taking out one massive, cock after another.  They
were so eager to get into her body that her fingers soaked in their
fuck-slime.

   When she was finished, the man that had talked grabbed her hair, pulling
it up, while he brought the knife to her breasts.  She could feel the blade
clearly through her thin dress.

   - "Ok now...", he said.  "Get on the bed, bitch!  On your knees!  And if
you don't do exactly as I say, there will be one less nipple for you to
play with tomorrow, do you understand?"

   She nodded, and they opened up their circle, letting her step over to
the bed.  She crawled up on trembling arms and legs.  Her husband sat
gagged and tied up in the couch, watching her with wide eyes.

   - "That's a good whore!", the same man as before laughed.

   He reached into a pocket, and then he threw her a small tube.

   - "You can use that vaseline on your ass if you hurry up.", he grinned.
"If you think you'll need it...  Either way, you're going to hurry up and
show me that tight little asshole of yours right now!"

   She did it, blushing in shame while she pulled the red thongs down
around her knees, exposing her crotch to the six men at the foot of the
bed. She managed to bring herself to reach back and slowly spread her
asscheeks for them.  Since she realized the man was serious, she brought
the tube up to her anus and covered herself in lube.  She heard them all
laugh approvingly.

   Then, the man climbed up on the bed and stood up behind her.  He grabbed
her hair and pulled her head back, and then he bent down until his cock
reached her ass.  She let out a gasp of chock.  There was no time to
prepare.  She just felt the pressure of a warm cock-head against her anus.

   - "You're about to make me feel real good baby!", the man said.

   There was more pressure, and soon she was overwhelmed with the panic
from a cock penetrating her too fast.  In only a few seconds, the rock hard
shaft was buried inside her.  Diane's ass stinged.  She screamed, and her
eyes flooded with tears.

   The man stopped to admire her face twisting in pain.  He laughed.  Then
he started thrusting, and very soon she had to use all her arm strength
just to keep from being pushed down into the bed.

   After about a minute, he pulled her head back by the hair, and he
started talking straight into her ear.

   - "I'm gonna cum in your asshole, ok?  And then you're gonna take my
cock in your mouth and clean it.  So you'd better hope it's not too nasty,
don't you?"

   He pulled her hair until she couldn't reach the bed with her arms.  She
was simply hanging powerless from his thick, trunk-like arms, while he
shook her like a rag doll and pounded her her ass-cheeks.  His giant, black
cock started swelling like it had it's own life inside her.

   Finally, the shaft cramped, pumping her stomach full of sperm.  She felt
the full strength of her rapist as he forced her down into the bed, putting
his entire weight down on her, driving the air out of her lungs.  For a few
seconds, there was nothing in Diane's world but the stiff, pulsating cock
and the crushing pressure from the muscular body on top.

   - "Yeah, you fucking whooore!", the man hissed into her ear.

   He grabbed her with both his hands, pressing her head down so he could
hold his mouth against her ear while he grunted perversely in orgasm.  He
drove himself deep inside her a couple of more times, trying to get his
last pleasure from her straining asshole.

   - "Uuunnnhhh, uuuunnhhhh...", he groaned, as his last sperm squeezed and
trickled out in her insides.

   She felt him relax.  He pushed himself up from the bed and pulled his
cock out, violently, all to fast.  Diane screamed as she felt her anal
opening trying to close around the sudden emptiness.  The man moved up to
her face.

   - "Oohhh yeahhh!", he said.  "Now clean that cock spotless!  Look at
me!"

   The shaft was so close she could smell her own ass.  She knew that she
would never be able to take that entire, monstrous organ down her throat,
but doing her her best to obey, she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips
around the head.  It was warm.  After licking all around it, she started
sliding her tongue across the shaft like a large popsicle, looking up into
his merciless stare.

   - "Look up again, fuck cakes!", he said.  "Look at your husband, sitting
there in the couch, watching you fuck us!  I think he has a hard on, don't
you?  Do you think he likes watching us fuck?"

   The man left the bed, slapping her ass cheeks hard.

   - "Get on your knees again!!", he ordered casually as he left her.

   Diane stood back up on her knees, looking back at the men.  They were
practically standing in line to fuck her.  They were all naked or half
naked.

   One of them stepped up on the bed and lay down right next to her.  He
reached up with a big hand and grabbed her throat.  Then, with a very
deliberate motion, he used his other hand to slap her face.  He slapped her
again, and then he spoke.

   - "You're so pretty!  Your face is so beautiful...  Now get on my cock!
I want to feel that white cunt!"

   He slapped her again.  This time it hurt, and Diane felt forced to move
on top of his body.  He squeezed her throat until she almost couldn't
breathe, and she saw his cock stiffening.  He slapped her another time.

   - "Fuck me, you little cock whore!", he said.

   Trying to obey him, she moved her crotch above the straining erection.
She wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft.  He slapped her again.

   - "Faster, you sexy bitch!!", he ordered.

   She moved his cock straight to her cunt.  Her fuck lips touched him. 
When she started sliding down around the hard organ she felt a harder slap
on her face.

   - "Yeaahhhh!", he smiled, turning towards his friends.  "This bitch
feels horny..."

   They laughed.  He slapped her again.  It really hurt now, and she
realized he wasn't going to stop doing it.

   - "You like that, you little fuck hole?", he asked.  "Just fuck me, you
little whore!"

   She moved her milky-white, clean-shaved cunt up and down his black
erection, and she received another slap on her aching cheek.  The cock was
stretching her insides.

   Another man stepped up on the bed behind her.  He smacked her ass with
his palm, pulled her asscheeks apart, and without any chance for Diane to
prepare, he pressed his cock against her aching asshole.

   - "Get ready, fuck holes!", he said, grabbing the back of her neck,
squeezing hard.

   Now two hands grabbed her neck, from front and behind.  She let out a
painful scream as her body surrendered to the pressure from behind, opening
her anus up around the dark organ.

   Both shafts were huge, and as they filled her she thought the joints of
her crotch would tear apart.

   Her body hung helpless between her rapists.  The one below her slapped
her face, over and over.  The one behind her started digging his fingers
harder into her neck, hurting her, trying to make her turn her head.

   - "Look at your husband baby!", the man said.

   She turned to face her husband on the couch.  He stared back with wide
eyes, and the man in her asshole kept talking.

   - "Yeah...", he said.  "Look at your whore wife!  Her ass is so fucking
juicy and tight!"

   He started ramming his cock harder and more painfully into her ass.  He
was sweating, breathing harder and harder.  She felt her sphincter
loosening up around the swelling organ as it sank inside her again and
again.  She felt her face sting from another slap.

   - "Fuck!", the man behind her grunted and screamed.  "Fuck!!  This is
it!!"

   He forced himself in hard, pressing himself against her ass cheeks.  She
felt him cramping, once, twice, emptying the his balls inside her.

   When the was done, he pulled out brutally, causing tears of pain down
her cheeks.  He walked around her body, sticking the sperm-messy cock into
her face.  He didn't have to say a word.  This time, she simply took the
cock into her mouth.

   After licking the cock completely clean, she looked down, and another
slap hit her face.  The man underneath her spoke.

   - "You're so sexy!", he said.  "Now, make me come!  Fuck me, slut!"

   He slapped her until tears ran down her entire face, making her move
faster and faster, up and down the cock.

   - "Yeah, that's it bitch!", she heard from below.  "You look so good...
Cry for me!"

   He grabbed her throat harder, cutting off her breath.

   Diane was seeing spots.  She started fearing for her life.

   She felt the man tensing up, and then the grip around her throat finally
softened, allowing her to collapse on his muscular body.  Her cunt was
filled with sperm, and then both of them lay still, breathing heavily.

   Something landed with a thump on the bed next to her.  It was the empty
food bowl of her dog.  She heard a voice.

   - "I'm gonna fuck her in that cunt too man!", the voice said.  "Clean
for me!  And use the bowl so you don't mess up the bed!"

   Diane heard everyone laugh behind her.

   After a few moments, the man beneath her did a sit-up, pushing her over
on her back.  She seemed to weigh nothing to him.  His fat cock was still
inside her, sealing her like a cork.  He closed his eyes, and a few seconds
later, Diane was shocked by the feeling of his piss inside of her pussy. 
The liquid just kept coming, in warm, wet little spurts.

   When he stopped, he grabbed the plastic bowl, and he put it under his
cock between her legs.

   - "Sit up!", he ordered.

   She leaned up on her elbows, following his lead.  Then he yanked his
shaft out.  An eruption of sperm and piss flooded out of her, into the bowl
below.

   The man made her lick the mess from his big, black shaft.

   - "Thank you, honey!", he smiled as he left the bed.

   Another man walked up to her.  He pulled a belt from his trousers and
put it around her throat, like a collar.  Then he started pulling it.

   - "Come on baby...", he said with arousal in his voice.  "Be my little
fuck dog...  Show us what a little fuck dog you can be for a horny black
man!"

   He turned her face to the bowl.  Strings of thick, white sperm were
still mixing with the warm liquid.  The man pulled her head down with his
belt-leash.

   - "Come on now...", he kept talking.  "Show me what a thirsty little
bitch you are!  Lap it all up for me!  Maybe, if you're a good dog, I'll
refill the bowl for you..."

   She hesitated, and then she felt the cold, sharp edge of the knife
against her breasts again.  The man moved in behind her ass.

   - "Lick it now!", he said.

   She managed to bring her tongue out.  She broke the warm surface and
lapped the salty fluids.

   - "Yeah...", the man said from behind.  "That's a good little fuck
bitch! I want to watch you keep lapping until that bowl is clean!  Now
reach back and spread your ass for me!"

   She did as she was ordered, reaching back with both hands and holding
her ass-cheeks wide apart, still lapping at the piss.  There was obviously
no choice but to empty the bowl somehow.

   She tried sucking some of the liquid into her mouth, and she felt
piss-diluted sperm coating her tongue.

   A large cock head suddenly pushed into her sore, swollen anus.  The
knife edge pushed into her breast, leaving her no choice but to allow this
new black stranger's shaft inside her.

   Soon, he was fucking her rhythmically, and she was getting used to it.

   By the time he was getting ready to finish, she had sucked and lapped up
every little drop of mess from her bowl.  She found herself feeling
unexpected pride.  The man pressed her face down against the soggy plastic
while he came inside her.

   He pulled out slowly, but she almost couldn't feel him leaving. 
Suddenly, she realized that his cock was all the way out, but she still
felt full.  She was too swollen to feel the difference.  On top of that,
she had to control an impulse to wet the bed right there.

   - "Please...", she whimpered without even thinking.

   - "Please what?", the man who had just fucked her answered.

   He pushed the knife into her areola.  She hesitated in horror.

   - "I have to pee...", she finally admitted.

   - "Well...", he said.  "If you don't want to soak your bed, you'd better
hold it in until you've fucked my two friends here as well.

   A new man lay down on the bed next to her, laughing hard at his friend.

   Tears were welling up in her eyes again.  She almost couldn't take any
more, but she nodded and climbed on top of the body beneath.  One more man
approached her from behind.  They both put their cocks against her crotch,
and in one push they entered both her cunt and her ass.  She screamed...

   The men seemed to fuck her forever.

   When they were finished, they pulled out, and she collapsed on the bed,
weeping in exhaustion.

   She heard cans of beer opening.  After a few minutes, she heard laughter
and talking.

   A little later, she felt a strong grip around her belt collar.  She was
pulled out of bed.  All six men were naked, drinking beer.  Her husband was
still sitting on the couch.

   - "You've been absolutely wonderful, honey...", one of the men said with
a smile.  "We couldn't have found a better black man's cock toy, really...
Now, I think we all just need to piss before we rest, and soon we'll leave
you alone..."

   Diane had no energy left to resist anything.  They led her to the
bathroom, and then they simply threw her naked body down on the floor.  She
looked up and saw the men circling her.  Her husband stood in the doorway,
looking with some curiosity in over their shoulders.  The man holding her
leash spoke.

   - "Do you want to learn the most important lesson any woman can learn
about men?", he said.  "Your husband loved watching you get treated this
way today...  Every man would..."

   He held his cock out, and pointed it towards her face.

   - "You need to make him feel fulfilled, honey...", the man smiled. 
"Otherwise, what kind of wife are you?"

   She saw all the other men circling up around her, holding their cocks
and beer cans in their hands.  They started pissing on her, one after one.
The warm liquid flowed over her skin, across her ass, across her breasts,
up to her face.  They all looked into her face, admiring her.

   - "Come on, beautiful!", he said.  "Open our mouth!  We're all aiming
for it here..."

   She obeyed, and soon she felt six black men's urine rising through her
throat, covering her tongue, flooding out over her lips.  The sperm in her
cunt slowly dripped out on the floor and washed away.  The splattering
liquid everywhere brought back the need to empty her own bladder, and she
gave in to the urge.  A strong torrent of piss sprayed from her crotch,
splashing down between her feet.

   When the men were finally finished, she was sitting in a warm lake of
urine.  They made her turn around, facing her husband.  Her mouth was still
filled with piss.  One of the men told her to swallow.  As her husband
watched, she emptied her mouth with two large gulps before she coughed and
retched in panic.

   One of the men stepped out from the back, holding an empty whiskey glass
in hand.  He gave it to her, and she took it, looking back up with a
questioning face.

   - "There is no point in wasting cum...", he said.  "You know, if you're
lucky, you can still get pregnant from our perfect sperm...  Now, we want
you to put that glass to your ass, and in a minute we want to see a full
glass..."

   They just stood there, sipping their beer, looking down at her.  Diane
hadn't even thought about pregnancy yet, and now she realized with a chill
through her stomach that the man was right.  She was off the pills.  She
wondered in fear if her husband had told them.

   There was nothing to do but obey.  She brought the glass down between
her legs.  She started pushing.  The men whistled and applauded.

   A minute later, she held the glass back up.  The thick liquid was almost
all white.  She wondered what they would do...

   Three men walked up and grabbed her, and then they pulled her legs up
violently, spreading them, forcing her crotch into the air.  A man spread
her cunt lips and brought the glass there, tipping it, pouring the cum
slowly down her pussy hole.

   They put two pillows from the couch on the floor.  Then they put her
legs up against the wall, using the pillows to support her back.  A
laughing man held up an old wine cork, and he forced it inside her cunt
like a plug.

   She was trapped, upside-down, with gravity helping all that black fuck
juice flow down to her ovaries.

   Diane didn't remember much of the next hour.  She stayed half-conscious
where the men had put her.  They left the house at some point.  Her husband
came into the bathroom, drying her off with a towel.  He brought her over
to the bed.  She fell asleep, waking up to the sounds of her husband
cleaning the bathroom, falling asleep again.

   She was awakened by the dog licking her face.  It was dark out.  Her
husband was standing by the side of the bed, naked.

   - "How are you?", he said.

   She was about to start crying.

   - "I...", she whispered.  "I think maybe I should go to the hospital..."

   He didn't answer.  When she saw the look on his face, she turned silent,
realizing that something was wrong.

   He walked up to her face.  He pointed his cock towards her.

   - "Look up at me!", he said.

   She did as he said, lying on her stomach, turning her head.

   - "Please don't...", she said with a begging expression on her face,
still uncertain of what she was actually begging for.

   A few seconds later, he started pissing.  The stream first hit her face
and then moved across her body.  The liquid was warm against her skin.

   When his stream ran out, he got up in the soaked bed, and he sat down
across her ass.  He started stroking his cock to hardness.  Diane felt
scared, exhausted, and helpless.

   - "Please Fred...", she cried.  "I can't take it...  I have to get up. I
have to use the bathroom..."

   She screamed as one of his fingers suddenly forced itself into her sore
asshole.  He leaned forward with his mouth towards her ear.

   - "Well...", he whispered.  "Nothing in here...  That means you're
talking about pissing...  You pissed yourself for them, didn't you?  So you
can do it for me too!"

   She didn't answer.  He spread her asscheeks, and she felt the tip of his
cock against her anus.  She braced herself for the pain.  He was really
slow and careful, but she still had to whimper as he lay down and pushed
himself in.

   - "Aoooo...", she ached silently.

   Fred grunted in pleasure.

   - "Tell me to fuck you!", he said.  "Tell me you're my whore!"

   - "Uuuhhhhh...", she complained quietly.

   She was getting good at this game now.

   - "I'm...", she continued.  "I'm your whore...."

   He slid his cock deep into her ass, ignoring her discomfort.  His hand
moved down under her crotch.  After some moving around, his fingers found
her clit.

   - "All those black men...", he whispered in her ear.  "You're full of
their sperm..."

   His fingers started playing with her clit.  His pushes into her ass made
her body move, grinding her crotch against his hand.  Soon, her breathing
turned to panting.

   - "Fred...", she said.  "I really have to pee..."

   - "Do it!", he answered into her ear.  "Do it right here!"

   It didn't happen on purpose.  She just couldn't control her muscles any
more, and soon her urine started pouring over his hand.  The liquid spread
from her cunt through the bed around her.

   When Diane was done, she started grinding herself slowly against his
hand.  It felt good...

   - "Yeah...", he hissed into her ear.  "That's right.  Fuck yourself, you
dirty whore!"

   - "Aahhhhh...", she answered.  "You're raping me!!  You're raping me,
Fred!!"

   She started moaning.  Within a few seconds, she was moaning louder and
louder, and then, suddenly, Diane started coming.  Her orgasm built as Fred
fucked her ass harder and harder.  With a loud groan, his body tensed up
and, finally, he pumped her asshole full of cum.

   When he was done, he rolled off her over to the dry part of the bed.

   She rolled over and curled up next to him.

   - "Fred...", she said.  "I love you so much..."

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