"So you like dirty talk, eh?"
"What? I… uh… well yeah. I mean… what are you asking?"
"You… want… me… to… talk… dirrrrrr-ty… to… you…. right?"
"I guess so. I mean, well… you know."
"Right, whatever. Anyway, that's not my normal thing, so it's going to cost you extra."
"Cost me extra? I…"
"Yes, cost you extra. Good God, is this
that
hard to understand? If you want me to talk dirty to you, it'll cost more than what we agreed on. More money? You get it now? How much do you have?"
"Oh! More money! Yes. I understand now."
"Great, you understand… the sun shines again. Why don't you stop grinning… reach into your back pocket… pull out your wallet… and let's see if you can afford me."
"Uh, my wallet isn't in my back pocket, it's in my jacket."
"Do you really think I care?"
"No, no of course not. Here… uh… what will that get me?"
"That's it? Damn it, stop fidgeting. All right, look. About all this will get you is pretty much this right now. I'll treat you like shit, talk down to you, etc, but at least it'll be
during
sex. Got me?"
"Oh, yes… I'm sure that'll be just fine."
"Maybe…
maybe
I'll do the more normal stuff. You know: Oooh, ahh… fuck me now, you big stud. But I wouldn't expect much feeling behind it."
"No, of course not. I understand."
"Fuck, you're not even going to be able to tip me, are you?"
"Um, no.. I guess not. Not now. I mean, because you're already…"
"Yeah, I get it. I must be losing my fucking mind."
"All right then there,
stud.
No time like the present, and the clock is
definitely
ticking. What say you pull out that big fat cock of yours and let's get this thing started."
"Um… why are you laughing?"
"I… I guess I misfired with that little bit of dirty talk then, didn't I?"
"….."
"I mean… John Holmes' legend isn't exactly in danger now, is it?"
"It's not… I mean… it's…"
"You think you've got a big cock?"
"Well, no… but it's…"
"I'm sorry… did you want me to start an inventory of all the cocks I've seen and where your little weiner fits into that scale?"
"Noooo…. I suppose not."
"Damn…. You would, wouldn't you? You'd love that. Never mind, I don't want to know. Let's just say, I'm removing 'Deep Throat' from the phrases I'm going to use today."
"Okay, I understand."
"Now, let's see. Normally I'm the one going down, but I suppose that's not going to work today. I mean, dirty talk doesn't sound the same, even if it's just a little cocktail weiner in my mouth, right?"
"I guess not."
"So, are you going to go down on me today, loverboy? You going to stick your mouth on my filthy, nasty, well-used pussy?"
"Yeah… okay… I'd like that."
