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while inundating my
breasts.

 
    “You can’t come until I give you permission,”
he said sensing my ragged, choppy breathing.

 
    “What?” I blurted out before my mind had a
chance to catch up.

 
    “Is that how you talk to me slut?” he barked
in my ear as he forced his fingers deep inside of my pussy while grabbing my
hair with the other hand.

 
    “No, sir.   I’m sorry, sir.”   His fingertips were smack dab in the
midst of my G-spot, which caused an involuntary shudder.   Oh
fuck…

 
    “Are you coming, bitch?”

 
    “No, sir!” I quickly tensed my body against
the impulse.

 
    “Are you sure?” he questioned as he slowly
moved his fingers within me.

 
    “I’m trying really hard not to, sir.”   Quit
rubbing me there if you don’t want me to come!   Damn, that feels incredible.   I can’t come… I can’t come…

 
    “I know how badly you want come.   All you have to do is admit that you’re a
dirty slut and I’ll give you a mind blowing orgasm,” he muttered in my ear.

 
    I’m a dirty slut! I thought
to myself, but I couldn’t force the words to cross my lips.   I was honestly trying to make my lips
move, when I felt his fingers pull away from my yearning pussy.   Oh
please don’t stop!   I’ll say it!

 
    “Your hesitation is going to cost you,
bitch,” he growled angrily.

 
    “I’m sorry, sir.   I was trying to say it,” I pleaded to no
avail.  

 
    I instantly realized that years of
programming from my mother, made it nearly impossible for me to tell this man
that I was a dirty slut.   My mind
was not only unwilling to accept the concept, but was still reeling from being
called a bitch and a whore as well.   Why does he have to be so damn
mean?   Where the hell is he?   I could still smell the scent of his
cologne, but that was the only hint that he was still in the room with me.

 
    “I’m going to give you some time to think
things over,” he whispered snidely.   “I’m not going to deliver a single orgasm today unless you admit to
being a dirty slut.”

 
    “I’m a dirty slut,” I murmured after hearing
him walk away.

 
    Gunner

 
    This is going to be easier than I thought.   She wasn’t lying when she said that
she’s in dire need of an orgasm.   It felt good to break down twenty-nine
years’ worth of programming in less than half an hour.   I watched her squirm for several
minutes, then grabbed a small fan from the shelf and crept back over to
her.   She was actually moaning
softly and moving her hips as if she was trying to get herself off.   Good
luck with that.  

 
    “Is that you, sir?” she asked as I placed the
directional mini-fan just inches from her wet pussy lips and turned it on the
lowest setting.

 
    Without replying, I silently crept back to
the supply room for a few more items that I would need to complete the task of
completely breaking her.   She
continued to moan and stir as I gathered my supplies before rejoining her.   I moved the fan just enough to allow me
to place a silicone dick lightly against her opening.   There
are a lot of sex toys out there, but a nice big silicone dick with a sturdy
handle is one of my favorites.   That
and the trusty Hitachi Magic Wand are all I need to send most women through the
roof.   Since she made the mistake of
telling me about her sensitive clit, she will be no different.  

 
    “Have you had time to think about your
answer, whore?”   I asked, knowing
that the word whore would instantly
bring her defenses back up.

 
    “Yes, sir, but I wish you wouldn’t call me a
‘whore,’” she replied with a whimper.

 
    “Tell me, what’s the difference between a
whore and a dirty slut?” I asked as I began to circle her clit with my
slippery, gloved finger.   These gloves feel incredible with a little
lube on them.

 
    “I don’t know, sir. ‘Whore’ just sounds so
nasty.”

 
    “I heard you admit to being a dirty