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Thank you.

Who the hell are you?

I'm called the Angel of Death.

Jake, make him go away. He can't be for real.

No, no, my dear.

I really and truly am death.

And in so many ways. Take, for example, sex.

You know, that wonderful thing you two were just doing.

I haven't been able to partake of that particular bit of fun for 500 years.

500, mind you.

Can you imagine that?

Well, I can hardly remember what it was like the last time.

I haven't got it up since.

Sometimes, just sometimes, mind you, I have made a few mistakes. I grabbed a

people who weren't quite ready to go yet.

I... Tend to get impatient at times. The wear and tear of the job.

But don't worry.

No mistakes this time.

I've checked and rechecked. The boss is hell to deal with. I don't know what the

hell you think you're pulling, but I'm not buying this crap.

They hardly ever do, you know.

Hey, my goldfish.

I raised it from a pit.

Pit is a very appropriate word, my good man.

What do you want from us?

Well, let's see.

O 'Brien, Mistress? No.

Bernstein? No.

Ferrara? No.

Oh, yes. Here we are. Here we are what? Your numbers.

Your numbers are up.

What?

You do realize that I'm just doing my job.

Even death has regrets.

If only... If only I could partake in that wondrous ecstasy you two were

such delight in.

But I think it's highly improbable that old death could get turned on.

Supposing we could turn you on.

Would you let us go this time?

Turn me on?

Me? Yes, we could tell you...

could give you a hard -on. I mean, it's possible.

You said you hadn't gotten it up in 500 years.

Suppose we could get you properly turned on.

What is that to lose?

You worried about letting us off the hook?

Well, of course.

What do I look like to you, Welcher?

500 years.

Damn, don't you miss it.

I mentioned, I think, that I can hardly remember it.

It's our 32 minutes. We'll go for broke. Roz?

Okay, I'll begin.

We'll each take turns telling the stories.

I fear that's a terrible waste of your precious time.

But it is your time, and I always did like stories.

Beautiful little 15 -year -old dark -haired girl named Lolita.

Alone in her parents' bedroom one afternoon, okay?

She walks into the bedroom.

There is nothing I can say or do with you.

You know my every desire.

A silver tinted reflection of the depths of my want.

A smooth shining surface.

Flawless envisions within.

Until the break.

A quiet shattering.

A fracture of disillusionment.

Pyramids of images to be picked up and handled carefully.

Jagged edges cut deep if the arrangement is rushed.

The arrangement?

You never tell on me, and pleasure will be yours.

Keep my secret.

Bashful.

Ashamed glances.

Untried fingers moving cautiously.

Uncontrolled emotions running away.

You weren't sure at first.

You didn't know if you liked the curves and hills of my body.

My body.

It is yours.

And you know it.

You must like it.

Desire to know its secret pleasures.

Why the guilt?

Is that your game or mine?

Must every lipstick smear and nylon run wring out my youth, my inexperience?

I have my needs.

But there is no one with soft -spoken words.

Just you, my reaper of guilt.

Eventually, the sins I sow will be commonplace.

Then what will you do? Give in?

In.

A word that meant many insignificant things.

But now?

Secret warm places.

Tingling, arousing, melting my body.

Bathing my thoughts with unscented oil.

In.

Come in me.

Enter.

Put it in.

Stop.

Don't take it out. Keep it in.

How strange, hard is pleasure.

In. An oasis of delight in a dry, unfeeling world.

In another planet, another time.

No you, no me.

No you, no me.

No time.

An eternity.

Nothing found or lost.

For the beauty is much too delicious to give everything worth.

In.

And expand.

Suck in.

To pull in.

Move in and out.

And out.

Must everything have an equal reaction?

Is my reflection an equal?

Desire.

Flush. Body.

Kennedy.

be ashamed.

Oh, we all have sexual desires, don't we?

Yeah, but I... Oh,

I don't know.

Don't cry, my darling.

Don't cry. Come to daddy. Yes, yes, yes,

yes. You got excited, didn't you, darling?

You did get excited?

Let's see. Watch the tears.

The baby is crying.

Oh, I'm so ashamed.

Girl, my baby, it's only normal.

You don't have any wild sexual desires. It's normal.

Oh, Daddy, I'm so glad that you're not mad at me. No, no, my dear. Daddy, I

you. I'm not too young.

Jesus, you know, this generation is starting off young.

We want you to be a woman.

I want... I need... Oh,

my darling.

You've grown up in so many ways.

My daddy teach you

You want it?

Huh? Yeah.

Get back down there. Okay. Oh, you pussy.

Yeah.

mother ever find out?

No, she never did. Amusing story. I love degradation.

But as you can see, I appreciate you fondly me so sweetly, Roz,

but it's really no help at all.

I am enjoying this rest and I wouldn't mind hearing another tale

or two.

Tell them the one about your girlfriend in the park.

It was a terribly cold morning and

The park was almost empty, except for a few joggers.

Thank you.

Have I got the right address?

I was worried about it being right.

No, no, please don't rape me. Please leave here.

Oh, I don't want your heart.

another story, but... It's getting late.

How terrible of me to take up your precious time and your chance.

Slim chance that it is.

I know a story that'll turn you on.

Bring some life to your cock.

It was Clarissa's wedding day.

She was very young.

And worse, she was a virgin about to marry an old man of 65.

He was a bit gay and had an ambition.

Don't you worry, Clarissa. Senator Hewitt's going to treat you just fine.

This will be the happiest day of your life.

But he's 65, an old man.

65 isn't old.

Listen, honey.

He's a rich man.

They'll buy you everything you ever wanted in life.

I know, but I'm a virgin. I haven't experienced anything at all. And now I

will. Honey, with the equipment you got, it ought to be easy.

All you have to do is take your clothes off and shake your ass.

There's nothing to it.

I don't know. Look, I'll just order some champagne and put on a little music.

You'll be all right.

Room service?

Would you send up that last bottle of champagne for Miss Clarissa Brown?

That's right, because after the last bottle, she will be Miss Clarissa

That's right, she's real happy about getting married today.

Hey, I'm going to put on some music and show you something that I learned in

dancing school. I'll show you how to really turn them old bats on.

Let's listen to some moving music.

First, you got to remember, it's what's up front that counts, honey.

Then it's easy to just kind of move it around.

A little bump in here, a little grind in there.

Oh, yeah.

You'll have him begging.

Sure is a shame to waste you on that old man.

Don't make me more afraid than I am already.

Carissa, I want you to be ready.

Just a little taste of love from a woman who knows.

I knew she was ready.

I could feel her warm pussy trembling to touch my fingertips.

A firm mound of flesh glistened with the moisture of passion.

It was so wet and soft.

The full pink lips of her pussy were aching to pull my whole body and soul

within her.

I almost came myself as I penetrated that virgin forest of pleasure.

Her moans drove me to plunge deeper within the burning walls of her hot gut.

I was

captured like a moth to the flame.

Although it was her first time, I knew it had to be her laugh.

I let the desire in her eyes guide me, release me. It was building slowly and

beautifully, like a ballet of passion.

The vibrator was a little more impressive.

But right then...

I needed it more than she did.

Then Clemenceau touched me.

Oh, ever so softly.

I knew I had to have her.

Her possessor, consumer, writhing body of marm.

My yearning cunt, green to have her pink tongue, licked the top of my rock -hard

cleft.

I wanted to come into her hot mouth.

I wanted her to suck forever.

But this was supposed to be my gift to her.

I couldn't be selfish on her wedding day.

Or could I?

Our tongues darted about each other's hungry mouths.

I trembled as she swallowed and sucked my tongue deeper into her mouth, the

lovely mouth that had just oozed the juice of my cut.

The time had come.

I could feel my tongue yearning for the delight of her virgin mouth.

I held myself back.

Perhaps a slight teething would strengthen her desire for complete

The aroma of her firm but pliant cunt drove me wild, but I restrained myself.

Tenderness. I must be tender. I convinced myself.

My mind went blank. I was passionate, blessed, a human love machine.

That must be the champagne.

Don't get dressed, hon.

Just call Hewitt and tell him you're going to be a little late.

Oh, are you certain I have the correct room, miss? What you see is what you

My.

The perfect gift for Clarissa had just walked in the room.

A young stud.

I could tell his dirty cock would get as hard as the bottle he had just brought.

I knew Michael Larissa would enjoy the experience.

Honestly, at that point, I was so fucking horny, I would have settled for

bottle myself.

I had to have that stiff white rod inside my black so I mounted

Fuck me.

Stick that white cock all the way up me. I want to feel it tickle my belly

button. Further.

I want it all.

White whore.

Clarissa, come here.

I want you to see, smell, and taste what fucking's all about.

The second she saw that big dick in my tight cut, I knew she'd go right for it.

A love machine.

Hungry. She didn't know what to suck first.

my cum off that white pecker, which kept driving in and in.

When he started to cum, I made her pull it out so she could suck that white

cream and feel that hot, salty taste in her mouth.

She put a lip lock on my stud's love muscle, and I felt him quiver and shoot

another thick load in her mouth.

Larissa finally discovered what being a woman was all about.

Maybe she was getting a husband.

But I had her for keeps.

Why, look, he's beginning to get it up. Jay, he likes the kinky stuff. We might

make it yet.

You two are 15 minutes late already.

You're overdue.

Still, it does feel good to have a little swelling in that old cock.

Please, please, just one more story, one more try, and we might make it yet.

You're overdue.

I'll catch hell from the boss.

Oh, what the fuck? I've been late before.

Damn the boss.

Well, go ahead.

But just one more story.

Well, all this storytelling has made me as horny as the little demons you spoke

of. I hope you don't mind if I turn myself on for this one. It's a true

you know.

About a very young girl who worked for a very strict lady.

She had a beautiful niece named Peggy who she loved very much and whom she

favored. But Peggy was not a very nice girl.

What do you think you're doing? Come over here and clean this rug

But I just... You insolent woman. Sit down. When I tell you this is something

you don't... Say it!

Say it!

You listen to me, understand?

Shut up!

Shut up! I don't want to hear another word out of you.

Peggy! What has this impudent servant done?

Can you imagine? She refused to clean the rug.

A servant.

This is outrageous. You get over here and you listen.

Eat it.

Oh, no. Oh, please.

I said lick it.

Lick it.

You lick it.

All right, get up. Right

now. You hear what I said. You know it.

Listen to me.

Oh!

You're going to be a good girl now.

You're going to clean the floor when I tell you to.

Good on Uno.

Do you like it?

There you are.

What you wanted, wasn't it? Good girl.

Good boy.

Good boy.

See what happens to good girls.

You're never going to disobey us again, are you? No.

Good girl.

They did it. Look at all the damage.

We did it. We won, right? We won.

What was I to do with it?

Oh, oh, oh, in the ass.

Oh, in the ass. Oh, it hurts so good.

Oh, oh, oh.