MR IMPROPER YOURE REALLY GONNA GET IT THIS TIME...

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pillow

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the lamp swung crazily from side to side,painting the scene of the crime with dancing shadows,
two figures in a cheap hotel,
one small and weasel faced skin head,
naked and crouching.
the other taller,
statuesque,
wearing a purple quilted dressing gown,
open to the waist.

''morrissey no!
morrissey no!''

mr poopers pleas fell on deaf ears,

he dragged his arse across the rug to the bedroom door and struggled to reach the handle...the rope round his wrists biting and gnawing,
every movement shredding him with screaming chords of pain...

mr pooper clawed,
pink varnish flaking from his nails,

hearing morrissey coming after him,

''STOP RIGHT THERE!''

he felt morrisseys python-like grip on his ankle...

and gushed hot urine onto the carpet.

''THE ONLY KNOB YOULL BE TURNING TONIGHT IS...OW! YOU BASTARD!!!''

mr pooper whirled round and bit down hard on morrisseys inner thigh,hanging on grimly like a brutalised cur,he even held on as fingers pushed down his throat,gagging and prying his jaws apart.

mr pooper faught to preserve his ass-cherry,mr pooper faught harder than he ever had before,

but it wasnt enough.

morrissey ripped out his dressing gown chord and tied poopers kicking ankles,tightening viciously,looking into his victims eyes as he finished the job with a flourish,more excited now than hed ever been before,feeling truly alive.

he pushed mr poopers knees up into his chest and roughly examined the goods:

''well, well what do we have here then,i see you werent lying about being a virgin...oooh i say,is that a piece of corn...''

pooper whimpered,losing control of his most basic bodily functions,staring up at morrissey with big bruised eyes...

his small and de-humanised voice barely stirred the air...

''why would you treat me this way?you know that i love you...''

''BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT!YOU DESERVE IT!''

morrissey got up from the floor,
standing over poopers fear-sweat body,
throwing his robe off,
catching sight of himself in the ceiling mirrors as he did so,
running his hands over his chest,
loving the feel of his newly beefed torso.
''oh im just lovely''
a sudden ache of excitement curled up from his stomach and spread,
blushing his skin and throbbing from the tips of his toes to the tip of his...

mr pooper yelled when he saw it inflate,
filling his vision like some obscene bouncy castle...

morrissey put his hands on his hips and smiled,

and he stuck out his tongue at poor mr pooper,

who quivered on the ground between his legs.

''OH LOOK AT YOU!such a mess! i wouldnt touch you now! if that was my carpet id have your guts for garters,what a pig you are mr pooper! and you sure do stink to high heaven...i guess theres only one option for me and you,

i hope you dont mind...''

mr pooper watched in horror as morrissey took himself in hand,
masturbating furiously just inches away from his upturned face,he tried to close his peepers but the sound was somehow more disturbing so he opened them again...
and morrisseys beady mancunian eyes never left mr poopers.
except perhaps once,

as he checked himself out in the mirror.

shoulders heaving as he went to work with both hands,
growling from somewhere deep in his throat...

mr pooper thought he never would finish,
everytime he thought moz was near,

he was always mistaken.

so when it did,
happen,
he was really caught off guard...

''open...wide...now...angel...UUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHGGGGGG!!! ''

morrisseys eyes crossed, he flung himself backwards and the muscles in his stomach spasmed...

''OH ASK ME WHY AND ILL SPIT IN...''

and then he shot his load into mr poopers eye,who spluttered and baulked at the unpleasant but familiar sensation of hot semen running down his cheeks,
the bitter juices of passion spent,
the all you can-eat seafood buffet,
thats been left in the sun too long.

turning his head from side to side and emitting miserable squeals as morrissey wiped his hands,

and used mr poopers face as a tissue.

humiliated im sure,
but relieved that his cherry would live to fight another day.
 
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Mr.Improper PIMP extraordinaire

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Thats quite a story whore. its nice to see dumb dumbs like you have alot of time on their hands. Anus!!!! get out from behind the computer will you please?? or how about you just get a life???? in other words:go f***yourself miserable shallow c***!!!
 
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greasetea's branston pickles

Guest
Shut the f*** up

Would you please shut the f*** up? Would ya? Please??? And stop responding to yourself. And if you're going to steal my t-cell count thing, get the f***ing thing right! Honestly, you are so f***ing dumb, you have two modes of defense:

1. I f***ed your momma mode OR

2. I f***ed your momma real good mode.

Oh yeah, let me answer for you:

"First you like me now you wanna blow me, well I blew your momma and f***ed her too and then I f***ed her again. Go get cancer and I hope your cells stop duplicating."

feh...just shut the f*** up asshole, we all know you invented Who are you. We all know you don't have an original idea (neither do I but i am the original no good original jerk).
 
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Mr.Improper PIMP extraordinaire

Guest
Re: Shut the f*** up ass clown

Yes you are the original. hey,you do your thing and ill do mine. i think your posts are hysterical. as for the who are you thing,You wish someone would worship you like she does me.
original huh?? Ive cuaght you stealing some stuff from me. the whole aids/t-cell count thing is as "old" as my mom jokes,so you get some originla stuff as well ok there sharpshooter???
 
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pillow

Guest
thanks,i froze my bum off writing that.

a cold mattress awaits.

zzzzzzzzzzzzz...
 
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like it matters who I am

Guest
Oh look! A lover's quarrel between Mr. Proper and Greasetea! How cute!! What a pair of idiots...
 
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Caleb's Bloody Bride

Guest
Thats just disrespectful. Not just to Proper, but to Morrissey as well.
 
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Caleb's Bloody Bride

Guest
Re: Shut the f*** up ass clown

> Yes you are the original. hey,you do your thing and ill do mine. i think
> your posts are hysterical. as for the who are you thing,You wish someone
> would worship you like she does me.
> original huh?? Ive cuaght you stealing some stuff from me. the whole
> aids/t-cell count thing is as "old" as my mom jokes,so you get
> some originla stuff as well ok there sharpshooter???
Actually, I think if Proper did "invent" who are you wouldn't he say they had a great time in the hot tub after the show, not that they didn't get together.
 
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Mr.Improper PIMP extraordinaire

Guest
he/she/it doesnt care. You see,no matter how hard pillow tries,he/she can never be me. I am the ayatollah of rocknrollah and the PIMP of the fuggin nation. Pillow,is a clit sammich on rye with hollanday sauce with pickled hog balls.
 
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