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12:58 AM
— Hello?
— Conchita?
— Yeah.
— It’s me.
— …
— Do you remember me?
— Ye…Yeah, sure. Mmmhh, how could I forget you…
— Good. The last time we talked, you know, you were a little…cold with me.
— I was?
— Maybe it was my fault…I don’t know.
— I just wanted more from you, ooohhh, you get me so…
— Right. I hope…I didn’t disappoint you or anything like that…
— Oh, no, it’s just that I can’t get enough of you…
— I think sometimes…I think I’ve disappointed women, you know?
— Why, when you’re so…
— I don’t know…
— So strong and so virile…
— I don’t mean I couldn’t…you know…
— Of course not…
— I always could, you know?
— …Mmmmhh…
— It’s just that I…it’s like they…
— Sure.
— Like I couldn’t satisfy them or something…
— Unbelievable, yeah.
— But you’re different, right?
— I’m yours.
— Yeah.
— What do you want to do today?
— I don’t know…maybe…maybe something rough would be good…
— Where are you?
— In my office. I always call from here. It’s…cheaper…
— You’re a rascal…
— Ha, ha…yeah, I guess I am…
— Would you like a little pain?
— Well, I don’t want you to think I’m…
— It’s fine…
— Brilliant.
— Do you like me dressed in leather?
— Leather? Oooohh, yeah.
— Black leather, with a spiked collar…
— Yeah…
— Like your dog, I’m your dog…
— And me?
— And you? You’re garbage. Is that all right?
— Perfect.
— You’re just a piece of rotten meat.
— That’s it, yeah. Do you have a…
— I have a whip with seven lashes, tipped in metal…
— Wow.
— …And I come in slamming the door of your office.
— Don’t slam it too hard. It’s just…the coffee machine’s behind the door and…
— I don’t care!
— Oh.
— I don’t care about anything you say because you’re a piece of shit. You hear me?
— That’s it, more…
— You’re a piece of shit that only deserves to lick the soles of my boots!
— You’re wearing boots?
— They’re high, they reach above my knee, and the heels are very high so…
— That’s good…
— …So I can drive them into your face…
— Ow!
— Now I drag you down to the floor…
— Watch it! The file cabinet’s rickety…
— Fuck your file cabinet! You hit your head on it, but I keep dragging you across the floor…
— …Oh, Conchita…
— Now I want you to lick my soles…
— Please, no…
— Lick them, you piece of shit!
— That’s good…
— And you better leave them clean.
— Yes, Conchita.
— You like it?
— …it hurts…
— Take that, you shit!
— Ah!
— And take this! And this!
— That’s enough, please…
— That’s it, beg me…
— Please, please, please…
— Now I’m going to sit on your face and pull down your trousers…
— …Wait…
— Shut up! You’re going to lick me, got it? And if you don’t do it right, I’ll whip you on your cock.
— …Yes, Conchita…
— Are you doing it?
— …It’s just that…
— It’s just what, you bastard?
— …I don’t know if you’ve taken off your leather pants…
— Through the slit, imbecile! Don’t you see it?
— Ahh, yeah, the slit…
— Take this for being an imbecile!
— Ouch!
— Are you doing it?
— Mmfff, bbrrfff, scchmk…
— Take that!
— Aaahhh! But I was licking…
— Shut up! Turn around.
— But what…
— I didn’t tell you to ask questions! Turn around.
— Yeah, like this, is this all right?
— Raise your ass, I want to see you crawl…
— I’m crawling, I’m under the desk…
— Now don’t move!
— What are you going to do, Conchita? I think…
— You don’t think anything, faggot!
— Right…What’s this? Balls?
— Yeah, balls…
— You’re not going…
— If you stiffen up, it’ll hurt more…
— It’s just, Conchita, I think we’re passing…Aaah!
— Did you like that? Of course you liked it, that’s what you want, sissy!
— No more, please…
— I want to hear you beg!
— Aaaaahhhh! Enough! Enough!
— Say you like it.
— I love it…
— Say it loud!
— I love it!
— Without crying, you piece of shit!
— I love it! Aaaaah! Yessss! I really like it!
— You’re a disgusting piece of shit.
— Yes, I am…it’s true…
— Don’t tell me I’m right, take that!
— Aaaahhh! I’m not, I’m not!…
— Did you call me a liar?
— Ouch! Aaaaah!
— Want more? Ah?
— …
— I said do you want more!
— …
— Are you there? Can you hear me? Is everything all right?
— Oh, yeah, Conchita…it’s just that…
— Oh, handsome, did I hit you too hard?
— A little, yeah…the truth is…
— You want me…
— It hurts here, see?
— I see, darling, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to cross…
— It’s fine, don’t worry…I hope…
— Do you want me to caress you?
— Yes, please…
— Here?
— There.
— That’s it…that’s it…it’s over, everything’s fine now…
— Conchita?
— Sssshhh, tell me…
— You’re the best, Conchita…you…
— No, you’re the best, you’re a tiger…
— Do you really think so?
— Sure I do.
— Thanks, Conchita…
— Will you call me again?
— Sure I will. I feel there’s something between us…something special, right?
— Yeah, very special…
— Thanks, Conchita…
— Sure you don’t want me to caress you some more?
— It’s fine…You…must have things to do and…
— No, it’s fine…
— Don’t worry about me.
— All right, whatever you want…
— Conchita…
— Yeah?
— …
— Yeah?
— …Thank you.
— Right.
— Bye, Conchita.
— Bye-bye.
