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that,” he said. “You respectable girls are the ones who want it most badly. You’re the dirtiest ones. Growing up in those small towns with those picture-postcard families, with nothing to do but dream about it, and no one to relieve you except dumb high-school kids. You build it up, year after year, until you’re eating and drinking and breathing sex. I can see you, night after night in your bed, rubbing your clitoris sore, pushing candles up your cunt, harder and deeper, never able to get enough. And the next day dressing up all neat and proper and pretending you’re a nice little girl, just like momma wants you to be. And the real you is naked and writhing, begging for cock, licking the air with your tongue and wanting desperately for there to be a man standing over you, a man who will look at you and see what you are and who you are.”
    He reached forward and in one motion slid his hand under her skirt and up to her cunt. He grabbed her fiercely, pinching the sensitive flesh between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped and her knees flew apart, tossing her skirt higher on her thighs. He had her at her most vulnerable point, and they both knew it.
    “And then one day you read a book,” he went on, “or see a magazine, and there they are, real people doing things you didn’t dare to dream about. And that’s what you really want, isn’t it, to do those things, those things you think deep down are dirty and nasty and depraved? Well, all right. With me you can do them all, because I understand all about it. And when we’re finished, maybe you won’t be so serious anymore, and think what a great big sin you’re committing, and maybe you’ll get over the melodrama and enjoy it for its own sake.” His hand squeezed her cunt harder and she moaned. “Now take off your clothes, and then roll over on your belly and let me see your ass while you put my cock in your mouth and suck it until you go wild.”
    The effect of his words was like that of an earthquake. All the codes and inhibitions by which she attempted to define herself melted and a deep blackness overcame her. All her intelligence went into her belly, where a deep warmth began to throb and spread down into her thighs and up into her breasts. Her nipples were on fire, and her cunt was like the mouth of a volcano, hot and red and shooting fire. She itched as though she were covered with biting ants and she began to toss and writhe on the couch.
    “Take off your clothes,” he reminded her.
    And as he watched, she squirmed before his unflinching gaze, and began to peel her clothing off. First she kicked off her shoes, and then reached up under her skirt and unhooked her nylons. She pulled the sheer hosiery down her long legs, revealing full thighs and rounded calves. First one leg and then the other until they were naked, open to his eyes, young, firm, fresh, and inviting. He couldn’t resist and leaned forward to run his hands up and down her legs, stroking and massaging, feeling the soft flesh under his greedy fingers. His cock was aching in his pants and he wanted desperately to pull it out and sink it into her flesh, but he knew that his patience would be rewarded.
    “Keep going,” he rasped. “Little copy editor, take off all your clothes and show your boss what a hot little bitch you are.”
    She unhooked her skirt and yanked it down her legs and over her ankles in one motion, so that now she was bare to the crotch. Slowly, she started to undo her garter belt, but he stopped her. “Leave that on,” he said. And she hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her yellow panties and began to push them down. He watched hungrily as the small triangle of silk was worked down her legs. She brought her knees to her chest so she could slip the panties over her feet, and the globes of her ass poked out from under, opening as a succulent frame for the patch of hair between. Before he could look at her cunt, however, she brought her legs down again, and he had