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its desperate desire to get out. He took his middle finger and plunged it deep into her aching hole in one move. She moaned and began to hump on it immediately. Peter inserted another finger and rubbed his two fingers together inside her, getting as much of her wetness on his hand as possible. He could feel the thick, gooey lubricant running down his fingers and into the palm of his hand.
    He pulled his fingers out of her and placed them immediately back into her mouth, this time thrusting them in deeper to see how much she could take. She relaxed her throat straightaway and sucked, her tongue sticking out and sliding sensuously all over the palm of his hand.
    “You love cunt juice, don't you, little whore?”
    “Yes!” Marianne struggled to get the word out, her lips still wrapped around the hand pumping into her mouth.
    “What else would you eat if I put it in your mouth? I want you to tell me.”
    He felt Marianne hesitate. She could hear dirty talk, but engaging in the activity herself obviously confounded her.
    “Don't hesitate, Marianne. Just tell me.”
    Peter moved his fingers back to her pussy and thrust them in again.
    “I'd eat your…your cock. I'd love to suck your cock until you spilled your cum into me.”
    Peter added another finger this time, so that three fingers were pulsing in and out of her slick, wet pussy. Marianne moaned and gyrated on his fingers, still pulling on her nipples. She worked with Peter as his fingers moved in and out of her. Her passion built up so much that Peter started to get worried. If they kept that up too much longer, she'd come all over his hand, and that wasn't the place he wanted to feel her pussy throb. His cock pressed into the front of his trousers violently now. He couldn't think of another time he'd been so excited by a woman. An incredibly attractive, intelligent woman reduced to his sex slave in a matter of a few moments.
    Peter glanced down at his fingers moving in and out of her vagina and saw two thick globs of lubrication rolling down her thighs.
    “You love cocks, don't you?” he murmured, grazing her skin with the fingertips of his other hand. “You love pussy as well. Everything turns you on, doesn't it? That's why you live here, because you don't want to take yourself away from the steam and the sleaze. You're a Kings Cross slut crying out to be used and to have cum dumped into her.”
    Peter could feel Marianne building up now. Her vagina clenched around his pumping fingers; she spread her legs much farther and pulled her nipples harder than he'd seen her do all night.
    “Oh, God, yes. Yes, it's true. That's who I am,” she moaned out as her head rolled from side to side, her eyes closed.
    Still pumping his fingers in and out, Peter stepped forward.
    “Will you do anything I say, my little slut? Will you do things that you think are wild and naughty for me?”
    “Oh, God, yes. God, yes…just let me come now. I need to come,” Marianne panted through clenched teeth.
    Peter reached forward and took her hand off her breast. He pulled it toward her pussy. He withdrew his own hand just as her fingers traveled into the same hole and started to pump in the same fashion. She immediately began fucking herself with one hand and pulling on her nipple with the other. Peter removed his suit and the rest of his clothes, watching this amazing woman perform as she tried to make herself come.
    Once he'd stripped, he backed her over toward the couch, removing remnants of clothes from the couch and anything else that might be in the way. Peter laid Marianne on her back. He paused to take full advantage of the eroticism of the moment. The connoisseur in Peter loved the deliciously sexual woman as much as he loved a fine wine. On her back, Marianne pushed her legs apart, straining to spread them wider. Saliva collected at the corner of her mouth, and her head rocked gently from side to side. She looked up at the ceiling, completely lost in her body's response.
    Peter