mrkymrk2: sup you hot n' horny lady
dirtyKuntlove: Nothin' up but my stumpy legs in the air, Champ!
mrkymrk2: dam girl you are hottie. u have pic?
dirtyKuntlove: I only have to pick at it when it's infected, like now.
mrkymrk2: wht?
dirtyKuntlove: It's okay. I keep antibiotic on it for the most part, so it only seeps when the humidity's high.
mrkymrk2: u sick?
dirtyKuntlove: Like Marv Albert and Rick James in a three-way with Leona Helmsley, you bet I'm sick!
mrkymrk2: what?
dirtyKuntlove: Not catching the whole IQ-vibe, hunh? That's okay. You like butt-fucking?
mrkymrk2: oh yeh baby you like in the ass?
dirtyKuntlove: I'm as hot as a Puerto Rican's credit card, baby. Tell me about yourself.
mrkymrk2: I like doin chix in the ass big-time.
dirtyKuntlove: So you like it in the ass?
mrkymrk2: oh yeah baby, I like doing it in the ass super-fine.
dirtyKuntlove: Perfect. What-say we get it on like two lemmings with a deathwish, hunh?
mrkymrk2: wht?
dirtyKuntlove: Nevermind. Now let's talk about you.
mrkymrk2: here's my pic. u like?
dirtyKuntlove: Yeah, you look like a young Ricardo Montalban without the teeth.
mrkymrk2: you 14?
dirtyKuntlove: No, Joe Blow--read my fucking profile. I'm 13.
mrkymrk2: sorry. When were you born?
dirtyKuntlove: 1980.
mrkymrk2: damn girl you young.
dirtyKuntlove: Like second-grade arithmetic, it's well beyond you. Anyway--What's with that SN? Are you some Mark Wahlberg clone faggot?
mrkymrk2: what? no fag whose mark wallberg?
dirtyKuntlove: "Marky Mark," Captain Crunch-hole. Marky Mark=Mark Wahlberg, you following me?
mrkymrk2: o no that's no the sn it means 'Mr. Keymark 2' cuz hes my dad and im like #2
dirtyKuntlove: You're your dad's Number Two?
mrkymrk2: yea
dirtyKuntlove: (oh God this is fucking priceless)
mrkymrk2: wht?
dirtyKuntlove: Nothing, baby. Nothing gets me hotter than doing it up the ass with a Number Two.
mrkymrk2: what you want babydoll? will u call me?
dirtyKuntlove: I could try, if my dad's not still awake. What's your number?
mrkymrk2: 1-740-XXX-XXXX
dirtyKuntlove: I'll try to call.
mrkymrk2: but i want get off now. what you want baby?
dirtyKuntlove: I want to roleplay. How 'bout if your dad was in the hospital, and you come to visit him, and I'm the hot candy striper who comes into his room while he's asleep?
mrkymrk2: k
dirtyKuntlove: I walk in, with my little red-and-white-striped apron and white dress on, little high-heels clicking..they click out-of-rhythm 'cause I've got one leg shorter than the other.
mrkymrk2: hey baby
dirtyKuntlove: "Hi, Mr. Keymark. How are you today?"
mrkymrk2: fine baby was your name?
dirtyKuntlove: "Amanda. What's yours?"
mrkymrk2: Ian.
dirtyKuntlove: "Ian, would you mind if I got some work done here with your father? I'm on duty, and I have a few more rooms I have to finish before I'm done for the night."
mrkymrk2: no prob baby
dirtyKuntlove: I slide your father's bedsheets aside, revealing his purple-bruised and liver-spotted body, gangly legs dangling to the edge of the hospital bed. He's wet himself continually in his semi-drugged sleep, and I see that he's at some point had a nightly emission. His glistening and flaccid bull-cock sits against his hairy belly like a dormouse hiding from a housecat. I begin to try and move him aside a little so I can reach his bedpan. It's heavy.
mrkymrk2: u need help with that?
dirtyKuntlove: I smile brightly. "Sure!" I say, accepting the offer of help immediately. "He's a lot heavier than the last couple of old ladies I cleaned the shit off of. Could you put your shoulder against him and sort of roll-push him so I can get at his bedpan?"
mrkymrk2: weird
dirtyKuntlove: C'mon, are you still playing this or what?
mrkymrk2: I push him aside and you get the bedpan.
dirtyKuntlove: "Thanks!" I say, smiling still.
mrkymrk2: u got a nice ass
dirtyKuntlove: "Forward, aren't you?" I smirk. But as I'm coming around the bed to dump it into the hazardous human waste bin, I trip over your father's colostomy tube and lose hold of the bedpan, spilling cold hepatitis-laden urine across your shirt.
mrkymrk2: damn guess i gotta take it off.
dirtyKuntlove: "I'm so sorry!" I cry, immediately reaching for the paper towels.
mrkymrk2: is okay. i need to clean it off tho. any showers?
dirtyKuntlove: "Here, in this adjoining bathroom, you can clean up. I'll help."
mrkymrk2: you bet you will
dirtyKuntlove: "Please don't tell that this happened, okay?" I beg, and I look like I've got tears coming to my eyes. My Adam's apple bobs up and down as I sob. "I don't want to lose this job!"
mrkymrk2: we can work it out. how bout u give me a little lovin
dirtyKuntlove: "What, here in the bathroom, with your father unconscious in the other room?"
mrkymrk2: sure why not
dirtyKuntlove: "Alright," I grin sheepishly, and start unzipping my striper's uniform, neatly laying it aside. The smell of old lady feces and antiseptic cleaner entices you, like Chanel perfume. You start sucking on my one tit like it was a Saint Bernard's cock filled with warm cocoa.
mrkymrk2: what?
dirtyKuntlove: God damn it, keep up with me so I can get us off, okay?
mrkymrk2: k sorry
dirtyKuntlove: You start groaning and you pull out your size-1.5 cock from your Mon-Chi-Chi-print boy underwear. I look at it speculatively, worried that such a size might not adequately reach both sides of my hole at the same time....
mrkymrk2: i'll fill u up baby dont worry
dirtyKuntlove: I'm sure there will be some filling of holes soon, Marky Mark.
mrkymrk2: lol
dirtyKuntlove: I hear a rustling outside the door.
mrkymrk2: i put a hand against your hot littl pantys and start pullin them down
dirtyKuntlove: Suddenly, your father bursts in through the bathroom door. He is half-delirious with comatose dreams of boy-fucking and shots of Demerol liquoring his system like Robert Downey Jr. on a Saturday night at the Viper Room.
mrkymrk2: what
dirtyKuntlove: Before you can process the events taking place, your father blindly stumbles forward, in a mixed fit of the need to urinate and the urge to fuck. He grabs you and slams your head into the porcelain edge of the sink. Your lip splits open even as your legs are forced to spread.
mrkymrk2: i throw him off and go back to sucking your titty
dirtyKuntlove: Your mind wanders in delusions of denial as the shame of the real events fills you. Your father's spotty and crusted cock seems like a Magnetic North compass needle as its driven into the hole behind your North Pole. You scream out in rage and self-hatred, even as your mini-me cock gets as hard as its ever gotten before.
mrkymrk2: no wait
dirtyKuntlove: Amused, I sit back in the little chair in the corner of the bathroom, putting my apron back on. Your father's cock senselessly rams into you as the open flaps of his hospital gown flutter back and forth with his thrusting.
mrkymrk2: this sux
dirtyKuntlove: Even as you think this is perhaps some horrible dream or drug-hazed mistake on your father's part, you hear him starting to moan and cry "Who does Number Two work for, hunh, bitch? You're My Number Two! You're My Number Two, but I want it up YOUR ass! Ohh, yeah!"
mrkymrk2: wht the fuck is this
dirtyKuntlove: I'm trying to be descriptive to get off, god damn it, why are you interrupting me?
mrkymrk2: this isn't gettin me hot.
dirtyKuntlove: This isn't about you, damn it--think of something other than yourself for a change. What would your father say if he heard you acting so selfishly?
mrkymrk2: leave my dad out of this
dirtyKuntlove: Alright, Marky. As your dad's beast-balls slap against your pimpled boy-pussy, he suddenly makes one large, final "UGHARGH!" noise and slumps to the floor, his cock's flaccidity returning as a jeweled thread of pearlescent cum leaks from your Buster Brown-Eye.
mrkymrk2: go back get some sex
dirtyKuntlove: Are you going to listen or do we quit now?
mrkymrk2: not getting off talk sexy baby
dirtyKuntlove: Okay, okay. I'll "talk sexy." Poor baby. Would some good, hot cocksucking make you happy again?
mrkymrk2: yeah cox would be good
dirtyKuntlove: You'd like some cocksucking?
mrkymrk2: i said yea
dirtyKuntlove: Oh, goody! Okay...we go back into the hospital room, leaving your slumped and bloody-smeared-cock Daddy Dearest in the bathroom to slowly die of a hemtoma from the fall. I lay back on the bed...
mrkymrk2: i whip out my cock and shake it in front of you
dirtyKuntlove: "Oh, wow!" I laugh shrilly, pulling my panties off to reveal my own uncut 14" dick, with the tattoo along the shaft that reads "FISHERMAN'S POLE" in Gothic lettering. "It's an ERTL dick-'Just like the real thing, only smaller!'"
mrkymrk2: wht
dirtyKuntlove: Now, since I know it'll make you happy, get on your knees, hoist my ass up with the hospital bed hydraulic controls, and when it's at the right height not to poke you in the eyes, start sucking on my FISHERMAN'S POLE OF PRICK!!
mrkymrk2: r u a fucking guy
dirtyKuntlove: No. I'm just a candy striper with a big, fat, hairy nigger cock.
mrkymrk2: u a fuking nigger?
dirtyKuntlove: What are you, some racist AND sexist bastard, you can't take my African Blacksmith up your bitch-hole?
mrkymrk2: fucking queer asshole faggot cocksucker
dirtyKuntlove: I love your nicknames! But I prefer to call you my Number Two! Can you suck dick while I shit on you at the same time?
mrkymrk2: no u fag goodby
dirtyKuntlove: Ian Keymark, is that anyway to act towards your father?
mrkymrk2: u r not my dad my dad is on vacation anyways he doesnt use aol
dirtyKuntlove: Not true, Ian. You know damned well I take my company's laptop with me on trips to keep track of the company notes. And I thought, since I got this AOL trial disk, that I'd check up on my AOL account. And here I find you playing these sick little games.
mrkymrk2: u r not my dad if u r my dad then what's my middle name?
dirtyKuntlove: Don't play these little games, Ian. When I get home this account's getting disconnected IMMEDIATELY.
mrkymrk2: fuking liar u r not my dad stop it
dirtyKuntlove: I'm disappointed in your behavior, young man. When I get back to Daimler Road, the first thing I'm doing is disconnecting your PC.
mrkymrk2: you are not my dad STOP IT
dirtyKuntlove: What, you didn't think your dad was smart enough to do something like this? Ian, I want you to disconnect the computer immediately and stop this nonsense.
mrkymrk2: no u r not my dad don't care what you sa
dirtyKuntlove: I'm going to expect a phone call in twenty minutes after this, confirming that you've done as I've asked, Ian. And I really don't appreciate founding out my son behaves like this with strangers online. If Sharon finds out about this, you can expect that she'll give you more than just a Mother's tongue-lashing, Ian. She'll give you a piece of her mind. I already plan on doing so myself.
mrkymrk2: u r not my dad
dirtyKuntlove: You go to Frederick Howell Community College. You are 19, and you live with me and your mother at 2341 Daimler Rd. in Crosswatch, OH. Now do I need to keep going through with this, or are you going to do as I say and disconnect this system and call me to show you've done it?
mrkymrk2: no way are u my dad
dirtyKuntlove: Do as I say, Ian.
mrkymrk2: oh god no look i'm sorry please don't call here okay i was just having fun
dirtyKuntlove: It's too late for that, Ian. I appreciate youthful frivolity, but this is just obscenity you're practicing.
mrkymrk2: please i'm sorry i won't whoever u r
dirtyKuntlove: What?
mrkymrk2: i won't use the pc like this agin i'm sorry
dirtyKuntlove: I might consider forgetting about this, Ian, but we're going to have to have a talk about this. I may need to contact AOL and have them cancel this access.
mrkymrk2: oh please look i know i screwd up i'm sorry don't call aol
dirtyKuntlove: I'm sorry, I can't really help things now.
dirtyKuntlove: It's okay, Ian. Now get back in that bathroom and suck my dick off. I want to hear your mouth-love as you blow me while humming "Tutti-Frutti" in a high falsetto voice
mrkymrk2: what?
dirtyKuntlove: Push your bleeding and feces-smeared rump up to my cock and start riding it like you used to when you were little and we played "Special Secret Touches" at your grampa's cabin with Uncle Lester.
mrkymrk2: knew u werent my fuking dad
dirtyKuntlove: I'm just concerned that I've been a bad parent to you, Ian.

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dirtyKuntlove: KIds are so hard to raise these days...especially on the tip of your cock.