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I had the Belgian slut just where I wanted her: on all fours, lower back arched for unfettered access to checkpoints A and B. Pushing my rigid member against her vulva, I bit her ear and whispered, "You want that hard cock, bitch?" She turned her head and looked at me before speaking in her damned accent. "Of course I want it. Don't be silly." "Yeah, because you're a nasty little slut, aren't you?" "Nasty? How do you mean?" "Naughty. Bad. You're a bad girl." "I am not bad. It is natural, what we do. Why are you whispering?" Oh, so that's how it was. I pushed the head of my softening dick against her asshole. "How about if I stick this in your ass?" "Okay, if you want." "Oooo, you're a dirty girl, aren't you?" "No, it is not dirty. I am very clean." "Yeah, but it's wrong," I whimpered, sliding my pretty much flaccid penis easily inside. "So fucking wrong." She frowned matter-of-factly and shrugged. "It is what some people prefer to do." Later, when it was clear that I would never regain an erection, she lit up a cigarette and turned on the TV. Then she went to sleep. She wasn't even disappointed, the hangup-less twat. Anyway, that's why I don't fuck Europeans.
Date Written: May 21, 2005
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