His tongue slid past her lips and his thumb to slide against hers. He could taste the stale alcohol and cigarettes, ignoring them. He finally recogniz...ed the primal urge to dominate this woman, to fuck her mercilessly. It was a foreign emotion to the usually docile man.Paul sat up and took his hands from her, looking down at her beauty, knowing that he wanted to control this woman, to show her who was the "man". He ripped the blanket down from her neck to about her waist, again exposing her.. But I don't do drugs and only do girls, never guys. Many a girl, I think, subconsciously wants to get knocked up. Which may be why she likes having my knob inside her and likes knowing we won't separate until I've filled her uterus with cume. But there was nothing subconscious about Louise's desire to get pregnant.So that's how I became an "escort". Right from the beginning I tell a girl that I don't hang around long. Otherwise they start trying to get possessive the second or third time. "If not, what do we need to do to get our status back?" Kristie questioned."Oh, you are most certainly depraved," I answered. "I just didn't say it that time. As to what you have to do, well, I have several things in mind." Are you going to put some of them in ours," Kristie asked, playing on the homonym."I said 'mind', not 'mine', I replied. "But I do plan to fill you two quite often. And not just with lunch." Oh, then I guess it's all right if we're not depraved until later," Katie said.I. I began slowly dragging her back towards the door of the shop, her heels kicking the old bricks.As we moved back I looked up and down the old alley for a sign of life. Nothing.I backed her into the shadows near the door - the light above had been out for almost a year. She continued to flail a bit, and kick; but the resistance was fading. She went limp, and I dragged her through the door into the back room.I tossed her on a pile of linen from one of the hotels nearby, and grabbed her phone.