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covering
her bulging sex lips. "Isn't it customary for one to knock?"
    "If you were a
princess, then I'd have knocked, but seeing as you're an imposter,
nothing but a slut-bag of a commoner, I just barged in."
    "An imposter?
A commoner? But one's..."
    "And you can cut out the one crap, Your Peasantness . You're no more royalty
than the bloody milkman! You're a plebeian trollop!"
    "Honestly, I
can assure you that..."
    "You're
headfirst in deep shit, you know. If I were to turn you over to the
cops, they'd..."
    "But
I'm..."
    "First of all,
I want cash up front for the room and food."
    "Yes, of
course," the dark beauty replied, reaching for her handbag. "I must
say that I have never been treated like this before!"
    "You've never
stayed here before! Fifty quid will do for starters, Your
Slagness."
    "Yes, there
you are. Now, I really must ask you to..."
    "You have two
choices - either you face the police, or you strip off and show me
your naughty bits."
    "Strip off?
But..."
    "Allow me to
have my wicked way with you, and I'll keep quiet."
    "I'm not going
to allow you to do anything of the sort! How dare you come in here
and make such a vulgar suggestion!"
    "The police
have just called. It seems that you go around posing as a baroness,
a duchess, a princess or whatever - and then run off without paying
your bills. Shall I ring them, or will you shed your fine lingerie
and show me your tits and your dripping wet cunt slit?"
    "You're
disgusting!"
    "I do my
best."
    "Never in my
life have I..."
    "Life's a pair
of dirty knickers - it stinks. Well, how about it? A rampant
session of unadulterated sexual filth - or prison?"
    Obviously
contemplating her predicament, the young woman frowned as she
folded her arms, covering her swelling bra. She was in her early
thirties, Mike reckoned, admiring her curvaceous hips, her smooth,
flat stomach, the gentle rise of her sex mound. Would she allow him
to use her, to fuck her senseless in return for keeping quiet? he
wondered. Unfolding her arms, her hazel eyes sparkling, dazzling
him, she'd obviously reached a decision.
    Raising her
buttocks, her face flushed with shame and embarrassment, she tugged
her panties down, displaying her well-trimmed chestnut pubes, her
pink vaginal crack to Mike's mesmerised eyes. Kicking the silk
finery off her feet, she sat up and unhooked her brassiere, peeling
the delicate cups away from her pert breasts and reclining on the
bed with her legs parted. Not wasting any time, his mind brimming
with lewd ideas, Mike grinned.
    "What's your
name?" he asked the pupated creature, his eyes transfixed on her
moist, protruding butterfly wings.
    "Elizabeth,"
she replied softly, averting her gaze.
    "OK,
Elizabeth, if that's what you want to call yourself - finger your
cunt," he instructed her crudely. "Go on, finger your juicy cunt
hole and frig your clitty. I want to watch you bring yourself
off."
    Closing her
eyes as she complied with his humiliating demand, the naked beauty
reached beneath her leg and slipped two fingers between her
swelling cunt lips, deep into her hot vagina. Massaging her exposed
clitoris with her free hand, she began to breathe deeply, her
nipples becoming erect, her areolae darkening.
    Watching the female masturbation show, Mike contemplated the
incredible situation. A stroke of luck, he thought, surveying the
panting brunette's busy fingers. Not only had he had her money up
front - he was about to have her! Realizing his pole position, he
devised his wicked plan. He'd screw her pussy, he decided, and then
fuck her tight bottom-hole and fill her bowels with his
spunk. Thrash her for her impertinence?
Yes, why not?
    Her creamy
cunt juices decanting down her hand as she crudely finger-fucked
her blatantly displayed love hole, the unlikely princess massaged
her clitoris faster, arching her back and rolling her head from
side to side as her climax approached. Mike had suspected that her
arousal was as fake as her persona - but her mouth open, gasping,
sweat