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the nasty whore inside you. I want that slut to come out here, and I want her to play with me. In these moments, I'm not interested in your good woman. I'm calling forth the hot slut who is standing in front of me, pulling on her own nipples, and dreaming of having her pussy filled. Is that you? Who are you at the moment?”
    Marianne could hardly speak. Her voice came out in a whisper.
    “Oh, yes! That is who I am. That's me.”
    Peter kneeled in front of her and slid down her black lace panties. As they dragged away from her pussy, strings of thick, clear arousal fluid stuck to the underwear and snail-trailed down her inner thighs.
    “I can see what a slut you are from the whore juice leaking out between your thighs.” He pulled her panties off, lifting one leg at a time, and tossed them to the side. “I can smell what a slut you are, and I can hear it in your breathing.” Peter stood again as Marianne moved one hand down toward her pussy. “No, Marianne, no fingers in your whore's cunt just yet. I'll deal with that soon.”
    “Ohhhh,” Marianne groaned. “But I need to come. I'm so turned on.”
    “I said no. Do you want me to leave now and take this away from you?”
    Marianne looked distressed for a moment. “God, no! I'm sorry. I'm new to this. I didn't know.”
    Peter looked at her, thinking hard.
    “You didn't know, but I knew what you needed as soon as we talked, didn't I? You will have to trust me and let me take what I need from you.” Peter waited for her response. She lowered her eyes. “Now keep tugging at your nipples,” he said, “and spread your legs. I want you to stand so your feet are about shoulder-width apart.”
    Without hesitation, Marianne's hands flew back to her breasts, and she set her legs apart. Suddenly the room filled with the scent of feminine arousal, and Peter's cock lurched forward, trapped by its clothing. Marianne still looked straight ahead.
    “How did you know?” she asked. “How did you know this would excite me so much? How did you know that I need this as much as I do?”
    “It's my job to know. Besides, only a cheap little whore goes to nasty Kings Cross sex shops to pump her cunt out in the back of the store.”
    Marianne groaned loudly and threw her head back again, pulling hard on her still fully-extended nipples.
    Peter reached forward and stroked his fingers across the swollen labia. Then with two fingers, he gently spread the outer lips open wider and rubbed his thick middle finger against the opening of her hungry pussy. Her pussy burned hot; the intensity of her response excited Peter again. He'd never seen anything like it in all his years of initiating women to the joys of submission. She stood there, so beautiful, so achingly full of lust. It took all his strength to focus on the moment and not fall into a fantasy about what he could teach this woman and where they could go together in the future.
    “Open your mouth,” he told her.
    Marianne parted her red lips, dark with arousal. Her eyes vacantly focused on an abstract point in front of her. Her vagina poured fluid. It gathered at the tops of her thighs in huge droplets that threatened to run down the inside of her leg. Peter wanted to see that. He wanted to see if he could get her so hot that the wetness would pool enough to drip down her leg.
    He pulled his fingers from between her legs and dipped them into her mouth.
    “Taste yourself. Taste the juice of a slut's pussy.”
    Marianne let her tongue extend from her mouth and rolled it around his fingers. She sucked like a woman dying of thirst, pulling on her nipples as hard as she could, moaning into his hand.
    “You love pussy juice, don't you?”
    “Oh, yes. Oh, God, yes,” said Marianne when Peter had taken his hand out of her mouth. “I've never had it before, but I want more. Please, put your fingers back in there and feed me more of my wetness.”
    Peter smiled. She learned fast. Lust coursed through his veins, making his cock throb in