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uncharacteristically lewd behaviour. Barry had once asked her whether she'd mind him talking dirty to her. She'd shunned the idea, telling him that it sickened her. But now she was revelling in John's expletives, his vulgarity.
    'Coming!' John cried as his sperm gushed into her spasming vagina. 'Coming up your tight cunt!' Marianne shuddered as she sensed her master's sperm pumping, filling her young sex-duct to the brim. Her orgasm ripping through her naked body, taking her to terrifying depths of depravity, she prayed that John would return every day and use and abuse her.
    Her arms collapsing, she rested her head on the carpet, her buttocks projected up and back, the open centre of her naked body now blatantly displayed to her master. Looking back, watching his balls swinging between her legs as her mind-blowing orgasm gripped her, she realized what she'd been missing ~ the depraved sex, the tremendous pleasure on tap from uninhibited debauchery. Her mind reeling, she imagined men coming to the house in their droves, all using the magical word - and her naked body for the satisfaction of their base sexual desires.
    'God, that was good!' John gasped as he withdrew his wet shaft from the girl's inflamed love-hole and sat back on his heels. 'I'd better clean your cunt before you dress, you're dripping with my spunk and your come-juice!' he laughed as he zipped up his jeans.
    Marianne gasped as John's tongue ran up her bottom-crease, tasting the sensitive brown flesh encircling the private entrance to her bowels. Never before had she allowed anyone to pay intimate attention to her smaller hole, and she shuddered as the exotic sensations permeated her very being.
    What would her sex life with Barry be like after this? she wondered. But now, he'd always use the magic word. Never again would he make love to her as he had in the past - not now that her body was his for the abusing at the drop of a word. Not now that she was a submissive sex slave.
    Moving his attention down to her distended, glistening pussy lips, John sucked on her soft girl-flesh. Her body quivering again as his tongue entered her pinken hole, she prayed that he'd engulf her glowing clitoris in his hot mouth and take her to another mind-blowing climax. Lapping the juices from her sex-groove, his tongue sweeping over the sensitive tip of her swelling clitoris, Marianne cried out, whimpering as her second orgasm stirred within her womb, shaking her perspiring body.
    Lying on the floor with his head between her knees, John pulled her down, settling her open vulva over his mouth.
    Sucking on her clitoris, he brought out her shuddering orgasm, sustaining her incredible mind-blowing pleasure, delighting in the girl's dreamlike state, her complete and utter abandonment. As her climax subsided, she crumpled and rolled onto her back, stretching her trembling body out across the carpet. Gasping, her head tossing from side to side, her long blonde hair matted, concealing the blatant satisfaction plain in her expression, she rested her sated body.
    'You'd better get dressed,' John smiled, gazing at the naked girl, the gentle rise of her mons, her inflamed pussy-crack gaping between her ostentatiously spread thighs. 'I'll come round again in the morning and fuck you rotten!'
    Dressing, Marianne suddenly sensed a terrifying remorse. Guilt filtering into her mind, she began to realize just what she'd done. Her relationship with Barry would never be the same, not now that she'd been unfaithful to him. Their sex life would be incredible, but only when Barry used the word. Never would they be able to make love together normally. Nothing would ever be the same again - unless she pretended that the word had gone, been erased from her subconscious for good. But even that wouldn't erase the vile act of lust she'd committed with John.
    As she flopped into the armchair, John retrieved her from her hypnosis and smiled at her. 'Thanks for the coffee. I'd better get going now or I'll never