He moaned and shuddered once more. His fingers, clinched tightly around wads of bed sheets, were white as snow. Again and again, I pulled back my waist and pushed it forth, ramming my length to the utmost inside his body.
And he loved it. He cried and begged for me to stop at first, but he had long forgotten his miserable pleas and succumbed to my persistence.
His body trembled with heat and desire; I could feel it all beneath my hands, which were gripped firmly against his hips.
Him, pathetic, slobbery, on his knees before me like a dog, with me, towering over him, strong, forceful, my eyes burning with lust and the rush of sex.
I felt myself tighten inside of him, so I withdrew for a moment. I leaned back, panting softly, and stared down at my penis, just inches away from his ass. Pulsing with heat, my penis begged for release, but I wanted that feeling to last.
“Please,” He moaned, his back-side jerking as if I was still inside him. “Please, don’t stop.” His voice was so weak, so helpless. I had to ablige him.
I took hold of my penis and gently teased his hole open with the head. Juices mixes with blood dripped out of his ass and onto the bed sheets, and he groaned, digging his feet into the mattress on either side of me. Moments ago I was ready to cum, but now the feeling had faded away to where I could hold it back a bit longer.
“Please,” he murmured again.
“Shutup,” I hissed, sitting up and pushing his face down into the bed. His dark hair was stick with sweat between my fingers.
I reajusted myself at his back-side and, using my fingers, I pulled apart his hole and roughly shoved my penis into it. He let out a cry of pain, but I ignored it. I pumped myself back and forth, slamming my ballsack against his own while my penis invaded his insides. Faster, faster, faster! My penis burned with intense fire and pulsed like a heart-beat, filling with semen and thick juices once more.
He groaned loudly as his release came before mine, spilling out shamelessly onto the bed. I closed my eyes, my finger nails cutting into his skin where I held onto his hips, my body quivering with heat and excitement.
Behind my eyelids all I could see was red, pulse, pulse, pulsing in time with my racing heart. Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat and my eyes flew open. I thrust my penis deep inside of him as my release came at last.
Panting heavily, he shoved his ass backwards and pressed himself against me as the hot liquid filled his insides.
I trembled with pleasure and sighed, sitting back onto my knees. My penis, now limp, slipped easily from his hole, followed by a slimy stream of cum and blood.
He fell over onto his side the instant I was out.
Breathless and covered with sweat, he laid there like roadkill refusing to die.
“That…that was amazing,” he whispered hoarcely.
“Don’t mention it,” I chuckled, pushing myself off of the bed. I looked around for my clothes and began putting them on. I zipped up my pants and jerked my T-shirt over my head.
“That’ll be $500. Now, don’t plan on skipping out on me, ’cause I know where you live now,” I told him sternly as I slid my flip-flops on. “I’ll leave the receipt on the table, here. Send your check to the address on it.” I placed the scrap of paper on the table beside his bed.
He turned his head to look at me, his wild eyes shining. “I’ll be sure to call you again sometime,” he said hopefully.
“Pay me first, then we’ll talk about a next time,” I replied, not looking at him.
I looked around the room, trying to be polite but also just wanting to leave. I fished my cell phone out of my jeans pocket and checked the time. It was really late: 2:16am. Maybe I have enough time for another customer tonight, I thought.
“I’ll let myself out,” I said at last.
I went through his apartment and made it out the door before he could say anything else.
I didn’t find anyone else that night, so at around 6am I went home. I fell asleep on the couch waiting for my microwave burrito to cook. I ate it for breakfast when I woke up at 9:28am. I plugged up my cell phone and took a shower. As soon as my phone was charged, I grabbed it and left.
Not many people were out looking for escorts in the daytime. But the few who did were usually worth it.
I never thought of myself as gay. I just prefered to seduce men rather than women, since, being a guy, I know what men like. Sure, I did a woman every now and then, and I never had a complaint afterwards, it’s just weird. Going from the moans of a muscular, deep-voiced man, to the shrill wails of a thin, weak woman is just a bit too much for me.
I charged by the activity instead of by the hour. I didn’t mind fucking the shit out of a person, then falling asleep with them. Saved me from having to get back home. I didn’t ask them what they wanted, either. If it happened, it happened, but then they had to pay me for it.
$500 just to fuck, another $500 for blow jobs and hand jobs (I didn’t charge extra for hand jobs. They just came with the blow jobs. But if you only wanted hand jobs, it was $500), and then $350 for kissing. Same went for women, though blow and hand jobs were a little different.
Some people added tips when they paid me, and I appreciated it when they did that. Especially if it was a nice tip. Then I’d be the one checking in on them, seeing if they wanted more.
Anyway, I found my next customer at a shabby old bar.
It was a guy. He was around my age, maybe a bit older. He was drinking rum and coke through a straw. The bar was empty aside from us, since it was before lunch-time, so I went over and sat on the stool beside him.
The bartender knew me, so he left me alone. He knew I didn’t drink.
The guy looked lonely and sullen, like he’d just had a break-up or his dog died or something.
“I can cheer you up, if you want.” I offered sweetly.
The man rolled his glossy, red eyes in my direction. He looked me up and down before letting the straw drop back down into his glass. “You’re one of them man-whores, ain’t ya?” He asked in a thick, smoker’s voice.
I smiled. “Yes, sir, I am.”
“‘Sir,'” the man repeated, chuckling.
I pretended to be embaressed by ducking my head. “I didn’t mean to waste your time. Sorry.” I stood up. “Enjoy your drink.” I turned to walk away.
“Hey… wait,” the man said, smacking a twenty next to his drink and standing up. “I need this.”
I turned around slowly, building the drama. I could see the desperation in his face. “Do you have a place nearby?” I asked casually.
“Uhh…” The guy hesitated, awkardly silenced as the bartender took his money from the counter. “I have a mini-van,” he said at last.
“Works for me,” I shrugged.
At the van, he crawled inside while I waited by the sliding door. He threw trash and beer bottles and baby toys and a car seat into the driver and passenger seats. “Sorry about the mess, I, uh… I just got my kid taken away from me. Divorced, you know,” he explained while he kicked food crumbs out of the open door.
“That’s a bitch for you,” I said dismissively. I looked around the area. “You think we could park somewhere more private? Maybe a parking garage or an alley?” I asked.
“Yeah. ‘Course.” The man hopped out of the van. “You have to ride in the back, though.”
He had the back row seats layed down. He straddled me, held me down so I was looking at him. I was on my back, and his calloused hands were tight around my wrists, pinning me to the seats. His legs were splayed out behind him, while mine were tucked up near my chest.
I was naked, but all he had done was taken off his pants and underwear. He was one of the rough ones.
His penis rammed into my asshole again and again, burning, feeling like it was tearing open.
His loud grunting was distracting and irritating. He might as well have been a wild bull humping a cow.
My penis kept drooping down and bumping into his while he pumped himself into me, and each time it did that, he would let go of my arm and smack my penis back away from him. He had a pretty big wanker, and I could feel it growing inside of me as he came closer to his release. His groans grew louder, and it only caused him to thrust deeper and harder and faster.
“Fuck!” he suddenly yelled. He grabbed his penis and pulled it out of me. I could tell at one glance that he was going to cum very soon.
The man straightened up and grabbed me by the hair, pulling my head to his penis. I made myself comfortable, getting on my hands and knees, knowing what was next. He jerked me closer to him, so I, very gently, took hold of his member, and started to suck.
In and out, in and out. He pulled his waist back and forth, and I mirrored his motion with my mouth. His penis, warm, wet, full of lines and wrinkles against my tongue, almost gagged me at each thrust, when he would shove in as deep as he could go. But I could take it.
His moaning became constant, and his fingers knotted in my hair as he came closer to his release.
“I’m cumming, goddammit! I’m cumming!” He blurted out suddenly, letting go of my hair and wrapping his hands around my neck.
And he came.
A sudden rush of hot goo burst into my mouth, spilling out around his penis and dripping onto the seats. He thrust himself one last time into my mouth before withdrawing.
I swallowed his cum quietly, watching him with my eyes.
He sighed heavily and threw himself onto his back, spreading out across the car seats. He laid there breathing rapidly out of his nose for a couple minutes before he spoke.
“Are you hard at all?”
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “Yeah.” I answered.
“Then come fuck me,” he ordered.
I crawled over to him obediantly and carefully moved his penis out of the way. Then I crouched by his hole and forced my penis into it without hesitation.
He growled through gritted teeth, but I could tell the bastard liked it.
I rammed myself into him quickly, wanting to get this over with. My hips rocked back and forth, my abs flexing and thighs tightening at each thrust. My penis began to fill with the raging fire, and I grabbed onto the man’s knees to steady myself. My heart-beat quickened, my vision blurred, sweat ran down my bare chest. I shuddered and realized I was about to cum, so I pulled out of him.
“Do it in me,” he answered my unasked question.
Smiling slightly, I repositioned my penis and shoved my way back in. The constant slap slap slap noise was music to my ears. Faster, faster, faster! Then suddenly I reached orgasim and came inside of him.
We moaned at the same time.
I pulled out of him and sat back against the wall of the van. He sat up slowly and smiled at me as if in a daze.
“You’re pretty good,” he said.
“Thanks,” I grinned shyly.
“How much do I owe you?” He asked, reaching behind him and grabbing his pants. He dug out his wallet.
“Uhh,” I stretched out my leg and grabbed my underwear with my toes, pulling it to me. “$1,000 even.” I replied.
“That’s it? You’re a cheap one.” He frowned. “You could charge like three times as much and get away with it. You’re that good, kid.” He thumbed through his wallet and pulled out twelve 100 dollar bills.
I pulled on my underwear as he spoke.
“Thanks, but I don’t mind being cheap. It gets more repeating customers.” I said, taking the money. I counting it and tried to hand him $200 back. “You gave me too much,” I told him .
“It’s a tip. Keep it.” He waved it back.
I thanked him and put it in my pants pocket as I put my jeans on.
He drove me back to the bar where we met, and there we parted ways. He dumped me out on the sidewalk, and he said he was going home. I wrote my number on a piece of paper for him in case he wanted me again. He thanked me and drove off.
I checked the time on my phone. It was 2:05pm. I went home to put up my money and take a quick shower, then I was back on the streets.
Her hands melted like butter against my chest. Trembling, she pulled my shirt over my head with her red-tipped fingers. She dropped my shirt to the floor.
I observed her quietly as her warm hands traced down my chest and along my rib cage, finding my pants. She clawed me in her haste to unbutton my jeans, and she jerked the zipper down so hard that my pants were pulled down halfway. She gasped for breath in her nervous excitement and struggled to remove my pants completely.
I figured I’d help, so I stepped out of my pants and started to take off my underwear, but she stopped me by waving her hands and shaking her head.
Standing up, she gazed into my eyes and stepped up close to me. I watched her, then, suddenly knowing what she wanted. I reached out and pulled her against me. She gasped as her privates rubbed against the bulge in my underwear.
I took her face in my hands and kissed her fiercely, forcing her mouth open with the tip of my tongue. The inside of her mouth was warm and wet, and tasted like red wine. My tongue found hers, and we did a sort of dance in each others’ mouths.
Her breath became ragged and short through her nose, and as we kissed I undid the buttons on her blouse. She pulled her mouth away from mine and took of her blouse, then pulled down her skirt and stepped out of it.
Carefully, gently, I placed my hands on her stomach and followed her curving waist up to her bra. Her body vibrated at my touch, and she let out a soft sigh. I kissed her on the lips once more before reached behind her and unlatching the bra. I let it drop to the floor.
Her breasts were small, yet tight and round. The little pink nipples on the end stood out like tiny mountains.
I leaned my face to her breasts and pressed my cheek against her left one. It was hot and smoothe against my face. I pressed my lips against the nipple and kissed it softly.
Her hands rubbed up and down my back as she shivered and moaned with delight.
I walked her backwards to the waiting bed, and pushed her back onto it.
She panted for breath as I leaned myself between her legs. I brushed the hair from her eyes and kissed her again. Passionately, she threw her hands around my neck and held our lips together, hot and wet and constantly moving.
As she held me there, I reached down and slipped off her panties. She was all ready so wet, that her panties stuck to her for a second. Surprised at me, she let me go and stared up at me in silence. I gave her a sly smile. She smiled back, then pushed down my own underwear with her feet. I stepped up between her legs again and pressed myself against her warm, dripping vagina.
She groaned and crossed her legs, rolling onto her side.
“I don’t want to get pregnant,” she whined.
“I understand,” I told her.
With her on her side, I curled up beside her on the bed and positioned myself at her sweet ass. Her body rippled with goosebumps, so I kissed her on the back to calm her. Her asshole was tightly closed, so I licked my finger and carefully teased the hole until it widened.
“Be gentle,” she begged in a thin voice.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I took hold of my penis and stroked the head lightly until it hardened some more, then I pressed the very tip into her hole.
Her butt-cheeks clinched together in defiance as she shuddered once more.
“Relax,” I whispered.
Slowly, her body relaxed and became loose. Her hole was much more open, now. I held my penis at her hole and gradually pushed it in. She moaned for a long time, until I was all the way in her.
Soon, I had my arms around her waist and was bucking against her. In and out, in and out, in and out, slap slap slap! She let out a grunt each time I slammed into her. Faster and faster I moved, and she rolled her hips back and forth in time with my motion. Her tight little ass was opened up wide, big enough for my growing penis.
Her hands dropped down to her vagina and she began rubbing herself vigorously, moaning and squeaking with delight.
I thrust myself hard into her, making her yelp, but that didn’t stop me. My penis was hot and pulsing with want of release, and I was going to oblige it.
“Oooh,” she wailed. “I’m…I think I’m gonna-”
“Then do it,” I said through clinched teeth. I pounded her ass harder and harder, the burning in my penis getting hotter and hotter.
She screamed as she came, her whole body spasming in pleasure.
She gasped for breath for a moment before telling me, “You can stop, now.”
No way I was stopping. She may have been done, but I wasn’t.
I closed my eyes to concentrate and shoved myself in as deep as I could go, then out half-way, then back in deep. She cried out in pain, trying to push herself away from me, but I held on tight to her waist.
Almost there, I told myself.
Suddenly, my penis burst out with cum all inside of her. I thrust myself in her three more times as my orgasim subsided, before finally drawing back out. She rolled away from me as soon as I let her go.
“You bastard! I told you to stop!” She yelled at me, standing up and grabbing her blouse.
I turned over onto my side and looked at her.
“Sorry,” I apologized half-heartedly.
“That hurt, damn it!” She snapped.
My eyes found her vagina, and I noticed the blood running down her thighs, mixed with my juices.
I stood up. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I was just caught up in the moment. I’m so sorry.” I hung my head in shame, trying to muster up my most pathetic stance.
She clutched her blouse against her chest in confusion, not knowing what to say.
“It- it’s okay,” she said at last. “Just when a person says stop, you should stop!”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
She hesitated, then began putting her clothes on. Once she was dressed, she handed me my clothes and asked in a small voice, “How much do I owe you?”
“Nothing,” I answered, taking my clothes. “If this didn’t make you happy, then you shouldn’t have to pay for it.” I jerked on my clothes.
“No, I have to pay for it. It didn’t hurt that bad, anyway. I’m just not used to…I’m not used to getting it back there, if you know what I mean,” she babbled, walking around the room, looking for her purse.
She found the purse and took out her wallet.
I straightened out my shirt and looked at her as if I didn’t understand what she was doing.
“So how much do I owe you?” She asked again.
“Really, ma’am. You don’t have to pay me anything,” I told her.
She sighed irritably and walked up to me, digging out a wad of cash. “Here,” She shoved the money into my hands. “That’s $2,050. Will that cover it?”
“Yes, but it’s really not necessary-”
“Take it!” She snapped.
The one good thing about fucking the women was, when you hurt them, all you had to do was act sadder than they felt. More often than not, they’d pay you double without even realizing it.
It was almost 5:30pm by the time I got home. I took another shower, put up my money, and boiled a pot of water for mac and cheese. I ate on the couch in front of the TV. After dinner I washed my bowl and put all of the dishes in the dishwasher and started it. Then I laid down on the couch and took a nap.
I woke up by my phone ringing. I answered it, and turned out it was an old customer of mine. He’d just lost $7,500 at a casino to impress some friend of his, but the friend wasn’t impressed, and went home without him. So the guy wanted to get laid. Now.
He told me his address and told me to meet him there as soon as I could.
I checked the time and told him I’d be there in half an hour. It was 7:32pm, and it was starting to get dark outside.
I made it to his place at exactly 8:00pm. He grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me inside before I could even say ”hello.” He locked the door behind me and pulled me along his mansion-like house to the master bedroom.
He threw me onto the bed and pulled my shoes and socks off, then my pants. I took off my own shirt and tossed it to the floor.
He stared at me with wild eyes as if he were angry with me, but I knew he was just pissed he didn’t get to fuck his friend.
“Underwear,” he ordered, taking off his belt.
I slipped out of my underwear and sat on the edge of the bed, watching him calmly. My penis hung down between my legs, but all ready it was warming up and turning hard with excitement.
Once his belt was off, he kicked off his jeans and tore the buttons off his shirt in his haste. He stood before me in just his boxers, staring at me with a fierce, crazy look in his eyes.
I casually brushed the hair back from my face with my fingers. It was cold in his bedroom. Goosebumps prickled all along my body.
The man bent down and picked up his belt.
I swallowed dryly.
“Get up and turn around, an’ put your hands on the bed,” he said hungrily, twisting and un-twisting the belt around his hands.
I did as he said. My bare feet sunk into the thick, itchy carpet. I stared ahead of me at the bed and the fluffy pillows and the soft sheets. My hands were shaking slighlty, so I pushed them into the sheets to stop it. I heard the clanging of the belt as he unwrapped it and shook it out, and I slowly closed my eyes.
The metal part of the belt lashed across my ass, filling it with fire. I gritted my teeth against the pain, refusing to cry out.
That time the belt wrapped around my waist a little, with the metal part cracking into my ribs. My hands balled into fists, hot and sweaty. I kept my eyes closed. He jerked the belt off of me and instantly brought it back.
Pain seared along my back where the belt struck. I could feel the skin start swelling the second after he hit me with it.
Again and again he beat me with the belt. I started to feel pulsing heat running down my back. I guessed correctly that it was blood. He hit me harder and harder and grew angrier and angrier when I never said a word.
I knew that as much as he wanted me to cry out, he wanted me even more to just stand there and take it without a sound. So I kept silent until at last he wore himself out, and the belt thudded from his hands into the carpet.
I heard him sink to the floor, panting for breath, sputtering on spit and sweat and tears.
“I’m- I’m sorry,” He blubbered, dropping his face into his hands. “I don’t know what came over me, I- I-”
I turned around, wincing slightly in pain. “It’s okay,” I told him softly.
“No it’s not, I shouldn’ta done that. Wrong, so wrong. I’m sorry…” he sniffled, raising his head and staring at me miserably.
“I’ve had worse,” I shrugged.
“You’re covered in blood,” he muttered. “You want to use my shower?”
The water burned like the devil at first, but once the stinging subsided, the shower actually felt pretty good. Blood ran down my legs and swirled around the drain at my feet.
I was almost ashamed at how much that beating turned me on. My penis was a thick, raging erection waiting to be released.
The man was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, watching me shower through the glass door. He had no sense of decency at all. But I guess he was still waiting to get his money’s worth out of me. So I made sure he did.
“Wanna join me?” I offered, not able to hide the smile in my voice.
He pulled off his underwear and jerked open the shower door. I stepped back and he stepped in. He stood there for a moment, soaking in the heat and the water as it washed over him.
“I guess we both enjoyed ourselves,” he chuckled shamefully, noticing my erection.
I looked down and saw his penis was hard, too.
I knelt down in front of him and gently took his penis in my hands.
He recoiled from my touch.
“Hey, uh… watch it,” He warned awkwardly.
“I promise I won’t hurt you,” I promised.
He stood still and I took hold of his penis once more. Warm and thick, I could almost feel it pulsing with desire. I cradled his penis with my fingers, and began stroking the shaft with my thumbs.
He growled and thrust his penis roughly into my hands.
“Jesus fucking Christ! Don’t pussy-foot around with my dick, just fuck it all ready!” He snapped. Suddenly he started coughing, having choked on water.
I grinned to myself and began pumping his penis with my hands.
Like climbing a rope, I swapped hands back and forth for a few seconds, then I used one hand to hold onto his ballsack and massage his balls with my fingers, and the other hand stayed on his penis, pumping it like mad.
He groaned and began pushing his hips back and forth in time with my rhythm.
“Damn it, your hands aren’t tight enough. You fucking girl,” he snarled.
He shoved me away from him and I slipped in the water, flopping onto my side. I could no longer tell if it was blood or water running down my back. I started to get back up, but he bent over beside me and put his hand on my side.
“Don’t you dare move,” he grinned, watery eyes shining with devilish delight.
I grinned, understanding.
He got behind me and guided me up onto my hands and knees, then he took his penis and shoved it into my asshole.
Pure bliss rippled through my veins as his huge penis forced its way in.
He thudded into me over and over again, starting off as fast as he could go. Slap slap slap! The wetness from the water was a perfect lubricant, along with his all ready oozing penis.
My own penis burned with the heat of my erection, but I forced myself to hold it back, to make that feeling last. Despite myself, I moaned in my estacy.
He let out a slew of curse words, and seconds later his release came. I felt his cum explode into my insides, hot and thick. His penis pumped into me still, and for a long time, it seemed, he banged me, trying to coax up another erection, but without results.
“Did you cum?” He asked, pulling out of me at last, breathing heavily, spitting out water.
I felt water and cum dripping out of my asshole. I sat down on shower floor and turned to him.
“Nope,” I said regrettably.
“Do it, then,” he said.
I picked up my penis and began jacking off. Instantly my penis screamed with delight, and my hands grew tighter and tighter around it, pumping it harder and harder until it hurt. Then, right when it felt like I couldn’t stand the pain any longer, I came.
My cum shot all over the place, squirting onto the shower walls, onto the man, onto me. I pumped my penis until nothing more came out, then I let it flop wetly into the shower floor.
The man laughed, wiping my cum off of his chest. I grinned at him. Soon after that, the shower water stopped being hot, so we got out.
We dryed off in the bathroom and put our clothes back on in the bedroom.
“Jesus, I’m worn out, now,” the man said cheerfully.
“You did get quite a work out,” I replied.
He laughed again. Apparently he thought I was a comedian.
“How much?” He asked as we walked to the front door.
“$1,000,” I answered.
“‘Kay. Here.” He grabbed a check-book off of the table by the front door and wrote me a check for $1,500.
“Thanks. You have my number,” I said, folding the check and putting it in my pocket.
“You’re right about that,” he winked at me and opened the front door. “See you around.”
I went home and took another shower. Then I put some medicine on my scabs and sores and went to bed. It was 12:47am. I didn’t go out again that night.
I stayed home most of the day to allow my sores to heal, not getting out until around 4:00pm.
It was a nice, warm night, so I wandered the streets and stood on various corners trying to look innocent, yet avaliable.
Most of the people out there knew who I was and what I did, but for the few who didn’t, they would ask questions.
Like this one guy pulled over next to the curb and asked if I needed a ride somewhere.
“Not in particular, but if you want, I can ride you,” I told him.
The guy cursed the holy Lord and burnt rubber on the pavement in his haste to drive away.
I stood there and laughed.
I waited for a long time, but only three other cars pulled up to the curb that day, asking if I was all right or if I needed a ride.
The other car was a police car.
I sat in the back of the squad car, the hand-cuffs biting into my wrists behind me. The cop was outside leaning over the hood of his car, writing on some papers and shit and whispering static into his walkie-talkie.
It was getting late; the sun was setting the sky on fire as it sank behind houses and trees.
I waited patiently, knowing he had absolutely zero evidence against me. No, officer, I’m not a prostitute. I was just out for a walk, enjoying my day off, you know? Nah, I didn’t tell him that, not exactly. I just played dumb like I didn’t understand what a prostitute was, then he proceeded to tell me that he’d had some complaints about a man prostituting himself in this area, and bla bla bla. I didn’t give a fuck about what he was saying.
After a few minutes of chatting on his walkie, he got in the front of the police car and buckled up. I sat up in my seat as he started to pull out into the road.
“Sir, I’m still back here, you know,” I reminded him.
“I haven’t forgotten,” he said in a gruff, angry voice. “I’m taking you to jail, son.”
“On what charges?” I demanded. “I haven’t done anything wrong, sir! I was just out for a walk!”
“Save it!” He snapped. “We’ll figure everything out when we get there. For right now, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in-”
I closed my eyes, toning him out. Damn cop, thinks he can do whatever the hell he wants, I thought. I adjusted my wrists to make them more comfortable in the cold, metal cuffs.
Down the dark, yellow street-light flooded road we went.
I stared down at my lap. I was disappointed in myself.
The cop said nothing during the whole ride. He had turned his walkie-talkie off, so all there was to listen to was the faint traffic noise and each others’ breathing.
I made sure I kept my breathng calm.
He pulled in a parking garage and began going down all the ramps.
Confused, I sat on the edge of my seat and stared through the cage out the windshield, wondering where he was taking me.
The air steadily grew colder and colder the deeper we went. A chill broke out along my spin.
“Shutup,” the cop growled.
I fell silent.
Once at the bottom, he parked the car deep in a corner where no other cars were parked, where cameras were blind, and where the only light came from the dim lights in the car.
I sat quietly, feeling a strange sick feeling in my stomach, as the police officer got out of the car and opened my door.
“Get out,” he ordered.
I shuffled myself across the seat and spun my legs around until my feet touched the cold concrete ground. Then I pushed off with my hands, landing on my feet.
The cop nodded shortly, then stuck his hand in his bullet-proof jacket and pulled out a knife.
I was perfectly calm until he flicked up the blade.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my sick feeling growing. I took a small step back, only to bump into the back-seat.
The cop reached out and grabbed me by the arm. He stuck the knife up my shirt until the blade poked out by my neck, then he pointed the blade at himself, and ripped down.
My T-shirt was destroyed in that second. My chest instantly was covered in goosebumps as my shirt flapped open, exposing me.
“Sir,” I began nervously, but he shut me up by bashing the hilt of the knife against my jaw.
My body jolted to the right, and my face thudded into the open car door. My arms twitched behind me, helpless. Hot blood filled my mouth, and I licked my lips and swallowed.
The cop picked me up by my cuffed hands and threw me against the back of the car. As he stomped after me, he put the knife back in his pocket. Then he grabbed the back of my shirt and ripped it off completely.
Then he pressed his hands against my back, hard, shoving me against the trunk of the car. His rough hands felt like broken glass against my scabs.
“You want to be a prostitute, huh? You want to fuck people?” He hissed in my ear, his words hot and full of hatred. “Well, it’s your lucky day, you son of a bitch.”
He threw me back into the back-seat of the car, and I slid across the seats until my head banged into the door on the other side.
Don’t say anything, I told myself as he climbed in after me. Just let him do what he wants. If I’m lucky, he’ll kill me.
He flipped me over onto my stomach. Holding onto my hand-cuffs with one hand, he pulled my pants down to my ankles and he slid my underwear right down after it.
The plastic seats were cold against my stomach and legs. My penis flopped down onto the seat and retracted somewhat from the cold.
I closed my eyes to force myself to remain calm as I heard him unzipping his pants.
He pulled his penis out through the opening in his zipper and climbed on top of me eagarly.
Tense from the near-freezing temperatures, my ass was tight. Fear raked its evil claws along my backbone, causing me to shudder.
The cop held on to my hand-cuffs like a bull-rider; with one hand. The other hand held his penis at my hole.
I kept my eyes closed, even as his wicked voice reached my ears yet again: “I know you’ll enjoy this, you fucking queer.”
Then he forced his penis into my hole.
I bit into my tongue, drawing blood, in order not to scream.
He began pounding into me, grunting, panting, swearing. His thrusts were deep and merciless, and his penis was hard and growing harder.
He pulled on my hand-cuffs over and over as he drew back and forth, and the cuffs ripped into my wrists and made them blister and bleed.
He bucked his hips against my ass, his penis sliding in and out faster and faster.
My asshole burned with fire, but not the good kind, and I knew I was bleeding for the first time in months.
“You…like…this…don’t…you?!” The cop gasped out at each vicious thrust. “You…fucker!”
I let out a small choked gasp of pain, and the cop laughed like a dog.
He was going to cum soon, I could tell. His penis felt hot inside of me. My insides ached and throbbed in pain as he forced himself in and out.
“You’re just a little pussy, aren’t you, mother fucker?!” The cop shouted in his disgusting joy.
He pulled out of me all of a sudden and grabbed me by the hand-cuffs. He drug me across the seats and threw me out onto the concrete floors.
I rolled a few feet before stopping, the pavement scraping the skin from my body like a cheese grater. My whole body ached. My head and ass throbbed in union. Blood spilled out of my nose and mouth. I also felt it dripping from my hole.
The cop came over to me, his massive erected penis bobbing out from his pants.
“Please, sir,” I whimpered. “Just kill me.”
“Kill you?!” The cop howled in laughter. “Like hell. I’m a man of the law, unlike you, you God damn cunt.”
He kicked me in the ribs with his steel-toed boots, and I cried out in pain as I felt something snap inside of me. He kicked me three more times before grabbing me by the hair and pulling me to my knees.
“Suck it, you fuck.” He thrusted his hips forward, pushing his penis against my face.
I opened my mouth, and he shoved his penis in. I gagged a little, tasting my own bloody ass, but I got over it. My tongue licked the sides of his penis before forming a cup around it, and I sucked on his penis like it were a giant straw, moving my head back and forth.
He banged into my face without restraint, practically forcing his penis down my throat.
Soon his release came, and his cum exploded into my mouth. Half went down my throat, the other half went down my windpipe. I started choking.
He pulled his penis out of my mouth and glowered down at me in rage.
My hands spasmed against the cuffs behind me, my lungs tried to turn inside out, and at each gasping breath, my ribs felt like they were being kicked again.
I leaned over and threw up.
He kicked me in the face, and I crashed over onto my back. The hand-cuffs cut into my back and my head clocked against the ground, stunning me for a moment.
My ears filled with ringing. The cop’s blurry face appear above me, yelling white noise. I blinked at him stupidly, my mouth hanging open, dripping with blood and cum. Then I could hear again.
“-Shit-headed mother fucker!” He screeched.
I must’ve caught him at the end of his speech, because then he pulled out his tazer to help convince me of my sinfulness.
I stared at at him, utterly helpless. My hands cuffed behind my back, my body bloody and completely naked, bruises spreading out along my sides and face. Cold, yet numb.
He pointed his tazer at me and pulled the trigger.
The bars flew down in an instant and speared me in two different places on my stomach. Half a second later, they ignited with electricity.
Pulsing, searing, pain jerked my whole body to jelly. If that kind of pain were a color, I would have called it blue. It ripped into every inch of me, paralyzing me, torturing me. I writhed in pain without moving.
Then it was over. The cop let go of the button.
He came over and stepped on my chest.
I noticed he had put his penis back in his pants. I wondered when he did that.
He bent over and tore the barbs out of my skin, tearing chunks off skin and blood with them.
My body twitched in response, but I did not feel the pain anymore. My body felt like it was quivering. I felt like I had jumped out of an airplane and got lost on the way down, doomed to fall in darkness forever.
My conciousness left me.
I awoke hours later, in the same spot. Only my hand-cuffs were off.
I groaned and forced myself to sit up.
The garage was empty and pitch-black and freezing cold.
Naked, feeling lost, I wandered around until I found the ramps, and began making my way out of the dungeon and back into the world.
A homeless man gave me his jacket.
I went home, taking back-ways and staying the the shadows.
I was terrified. Never in my life had I been so scared.
I finally made it home at around 3:00am. I went to my bedroom and laid on the bed and cried for hours until I passed out.
It was the first time in my life I had ever regretting being a prostitute.
It was the first time in six years that I had cried.
I hate crooked cops.
I woke up in the morning in so much pain. My broken, bloody body was covered in bruises and scabs. My face stuck to the pillow in a puddle of drool and blood. My wounds clung to the sheets like glue, ripping away from the sheets when I tried to move. I could barely even lift my head. My jaw was swollen and it throbbed like mad. My ass felt like I had shoved a cactus up it.
I almost started crying from the pain, but I held myself back.
After almost an hour of just laying there, I gathered up my strength at last and lifted my naked body off the bed.
Instantly struck by a wave of dizziness, I nearly passed out when I stood up. I stumbled forward and fell into the wall, my hands barely having enough time to catch me. I stood against the wall panting for breath, waiting for my clouded vision to return.
Eventually I made it into the bathroom and, ignoring the mirror, I hauled myself into the shower.
The water burned and re-opened some of my cuts, but it felt good on my tight, bruised muscles. Dried blood ran down my face in lumps and flakes, so I scrubbed my hair as gently as possible. Nausea prickled my stomach as my fingers sank into an open sore in my head. The placed on my stomach where the barbs from the razer hit me were purple and yellow and swollen. My ribs were splotched with huge, dark bruises. My arms had faint red finger-prints on them from where the cop had grabbed me. My whole body was streaked in scabby, bloody lines and tears from where I had slid across the pavement.
I closed my eyes to block it all out, and inhailed the hot, moist air.
I stayed in the shower for at least an hour before I got out.
I didn’t go anywhere for a couple days. I stayed on the couch in my underwear, wrapped up in a blanket in front of the TV.
I checked the mail one morning and saw I had a check for $600 from a customer I had visited about a week ago. It came with a note.
“Please come back by my place when you get the chance, please,” the note said, followed by an address.
I remembered that kid. He was such a desperate case.
I smiled to myself. As if I’m not desperate right now, I thought.
My wounds had all turned into lumpy red scabs. My bruises had faded into greenish yellow smears. My body still ached, but I had gotten used to it quite a bit. My ribs were the only thing that still really hurt me.
I figured I deserved a soft person like him to violate and pleasure, so I put some clothes on and headed out to his place.
“Oh, my God,” the man gasped.
“What?” I hesitated, my shirt in hand.
“You’re… you’re all bruised up. What happened?” The man came up close to me and very gently ran his finger down my chest. His eyes were wide with horror and sadness.
“Hey, relax. It was nothing. I’m much better now, anyway,” I reasurred him.
His deep, dark eyes gazed up into my face with such strong feelings that it made my stomach flip.
“I’m fine,” I said firmly, snatching his wrist off of my chest. “Now, do you want to do this or not?”
“It won’t make you hurt?” He asked in a small voice.
“No,” I said heatedly.
“…Are you sure?”
“Yes!” I snapped, flinging his wrist out of my hand.
He clasped his hands together and stared down at them. “Well, okay… if you’re sure you won’t get hurt-”
I grabbed him fiercely by the cheeks and kissed him. I could feel the shock ripple through his body before he kissed me back. Our lips moved together as one, our tongues dancing over each others’ with heated passion.
I pushed my hips against his, gridding them into him. He whimpered with delight and wrapped his arms around me.
His soft, warm hands sent a thrill of pleasure up and down my spine. I opened my eyes and pulled my lips away from him. He opened his eyes and I felt like I was being sucked into a black hole. His eyes were so deep and so sad, yet very, very slightly, he smiled at me.
I couldn’t stand it any longer. I picked him up and carried him to the bed, tossing him onto it.
He bounced once or twice before sitting up and staring at me. He looked as if he was about to cry.
I frowned at him and pulled off my pants, followed by my underwear.
I heard the breath catch in his throat as he saw my growing penis.
I went up to him and pulled the shirt over his head in one, swift motion. Before I could take his pants, he had his arms around me again and was kissing me.
I threw my arms around him as well, and leaned over until I was on top of him. Drool ran out of our mouths as our tongues searched each other.
I rubbed my penis into his crotch and ground our hips together, trying to drive him mad with desire.
He let go of me suddenly and started unbuttoning his pants. His hands were shaking, so I helped him out. I flung his pants off and threw them behind me. He slid off his own underwear and dropped it to the floor. His erection stuck out of his legs stiffly, and I was surprised at how turned on he was by just kissing.
He stared at me with those big, sad eyes, completely silent.
“Stop it,” I muttered, pushing him back against the bed, and ramming my penis aganist his.
He gasped softly and his hands wound back around my back. He leaned up and kissed my neck, then my breast, then my ribs.
I shuddered involuntarily. My penis began to burn, so I shoved my hips harder against his.
He kissed my ribs again, then he kissed my abs, then my stomach.
“Jesus Christ,” I whispered. He was turning me on so much that it was almost unbearable not to have my penis somewhere in his body at that moment.
He fell back against the bed, his eyes even sadder than before.
“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” He asked helplessly, pain and anguish in his voice.
“No, I’m fine! Stop worrying about me!” I told him. I grabbed him by the legs and shoved him further onto the bed, then I climbed on after him.
He watched me carefully and moved slowly, unsure of what I wanted.
I sighed irritably and pushed him over onto his stomach.
He moved so easily. He felt so frail beneath my hands. So submissivly helpless that I was trying not to hurt him, while he struggled not to hurt me.
Yes, I was in pain. My body throbbed and ached, but I had gotten good at ignoring it. Besides, the rage burning in my penis was more important than my swollen bruises.
With him on his stomach, I got behind him and for the first time in a long time, I felt compelled to kiss someone else’s ass. So I did. I felt him shudder as he moaned.
I could tell he loved it, so I very carefully pulled his butt-cheeks apart and bent my face down between them. He squealed in shock and delight as my tongue ran around his hole.
He tasted so warm and clean. I bent even closer and licked at his hole until it was big enough for my tongue to slide right in. He groaned and I felt his body go rigid and stiff.
I teased his hole with my tongue until my own erection was hard and pulsing with desire.
I leaned back and picked up my penis. The tip was all ready oozing a little with juice. I shook my head slightly in disbelief at myself, and pressed the head into his hole.
He gasped, and I shoved my penis all the way in.
Pleasure, sheer pleasure.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and fucked that bitch doggy-style.
In and out, in and out, my hips swung back and forth, pounding into his ass again and again. He whimpered softly at each thrust, and I began moving faster and faster. Slap slap slap!
I groaned and he moaned and we both rocked our bodies back and forth. I couldn’t see clearly: My mind was in a fog of bliss.
My penis suddenly burned inside of him and I came without warning. I thrust myself into him a few more times, growling with the pleasure of release.
He shuddered, and, gasping for breath, he came as well, before I could even withdraw from him. He whined softly and sighed as his orgasim abated.
I slipped out of him, and a trail of cum and blood followed me. I fell back onto the bed and breathed heavily for a few moments.
He layed there panting for a minute before rolling over to watch me.
I sighed in contentment and closed my eyes. My whole body was aching all over again, but this time, I was enjoying it.
He crawled across the bed and, ever so gently, laid his head down against my chest. Without even thinking about it, I threw my arm around him, and he snuggled in closer. Soon after that, I fell asleep.
I hadn’t slept that good in a very long time.
I woke up thinking I was back at home, in my own bed.
That is, until I rolled over and saw his face. I flinched and almost screamed, but I held back. Suddenly it hit me what had happened, and I remembered where I was. At some point he must’ve covered us up with the blankets, because we were both under them.
I laid there and stared at him.
He was still asleep. His face so peaceful and soft. His eyes rolling around under his closed eyelids. His mouth hung open ever so slightly, and all I could see was me kissing him, driving my tongue between his thin, pale lips.
But that’s not right, I told myself. I’m done, unless he wants more when he wakes up. I should just leave a receipt on the table and leave…
But I couldn’t make myself get up.
I tried to tell myself I needed to check the time, that I needed to get up and get my phone out of my pants in the floor, but I realized I didn’t care what time it was. So I relaxed and let my head sink into the pillow, and, laying on my side, I gazed at him quietly for a long time until he woke up.
Like an infant, his eyes fluttered open and blinked at me for a moment before he woke up completely. Then a smile spread along his face.
“Goodmorning,” he said, his voice almost a whisper.
I slid my body over to him and pushed myself into the curves of his body, then I took his face in my hands and kissed him passionately.
He whimpered and his body trembled as his shaking hands wrapped around my back. He kissed me back, his lips mashing against mine, the breath from his nose quick and hot against my face, our tongues exploring every crevice in each others’ mouths.
I moved my hands to his sides and pushed him onto his back and straddled him. He gasped lightly as my penis rubbed against his own.
We stared at each other, my narrow eyes burning with desire, his wide eyes glittering with passion.
His chest rose and fell rapidly with excitement. I laid my hand against his chest and closed my eyes, feeling the thudding of his heart. It matched my own.
A warm hand found my cheek, and I open my eyes.
He gazed up at me, tears in his eyes. His hand shook against my face. I took his hand in mine and kissed it gently. He took a shaky breath in response.
I took his hand and pinned it down to his side, then I laid myself on top of him, our bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. His eyes rolled back in his head, then slowly refocused on me.
I grinned at him. He was so easily turned on. He smiled shyly.
I kissed him on the neck, sucking lightly at the soft, warm skin.
He moaned between his teeth, his body tensing up.
I kissed him on the forehead, then the cheek, then I kissed his lips.
Before I could pull away and kiss him somewhere else, he threw his arms around me and held me there, kissing me as if his life depended on it.
I closed my eyes and kissed him back, heat rising in my body and desire filling my penis.
We stayed that way for a while, kissing each other back and forth, until finally I rolled myself off of him and sat up on the edge of the bed.
Confused, he sat up and stared after me. “Did I hurt you?” He asked in a pained voice.
“No,” I told him shortly. My heart was beating so fast that it felt like I couldn’t breathe. I was sweating all over. My body, mine, was trembling from head to toe. I didn’t understand why. I lifted my hands and looked at them, watching them shake. I balled them into fists and dropped them onto my thighs.
“I… I should go,” I said at last. A weird feeling rolled around in my stomach, and I wasn’t sure what it meant.
I stood up and began gathering my clothes from the floor.
He pulled his knees to his chest and held them.
“Are…are you sure?” He asked helplessly. “I… I was going to make us dinner…”
“Yeah. I, uh…I have appointments to keep,” I lied through my teeth as I pulled on my underwear. “Sorry.”
He believed me without a shadow of a doubt.
“I hope I haven’t made you late,” he whimpered, his fingernails digging into his own knees.
I shook my head and pulled my shirt over my head. “Don’t worry about it,” I muttered, feeling a bit guilty.
I put on my pants and pulled my phone out of the pocket. It was 5:02pm.
I put the phone back in my pocket and rubbed my face roughly with my hands, sighing.
“I’m sorry, I wasted your whole day…” His voice was so miserable, he hung his head in shame.
“Stop it. Don’t say that.” I told him sharply.
I hesitated, seeing the tortured look on his face. His eyes dripped with tears as he raised his head to gaze at me. Something twisted inside my stomach, and I had to look away.
“I’m getting out of here. You owe me $850.” I practically ran through his apartment in my haste to get away from him. And he didn’t have a chance to stop me.
I went home and took a shower, changed clothes, and ate a package of Oreos. Then I was out on the streets, right when the sun was setting in the sky.
My next customer wanted to do it in his kitchen. I told him I didn’t mind.
He had me pinned up against the cold, steel refridgerator. My pants and underwear were wrapped around my ankles. The man didn’t want me to take them off all the way. He held me against the fridge with one hand and held onto his penis with the other.
He reached under me with his penis and shoved it up my asshole. Then he clasped both hands onto my arms and began pounding into me, up and down. His penis kept falling out of my hole, and, in frustration, he kept shoving it back in.
I felt awkward and uncomfortable. I wasn’t even getting hard at his attempts.
I kept wondering, why the hell doesn’t he let me lay down or something?
But he wanted to fuck me standing up, so we did. He was enjoying himself, too. Grunting and panting and sweating, ramming his whole body into me at each thrust. And, at each thrust, I was shoved harder and harder against the icy-cold fridge.
But then, quite suddenly, he drug me through the kitchen and pushed me belly-down onto the kitchen table so that my ass was sticking out into the air. He then pushed his penis back into my hole and humped on me like an animal.
I began to feel dizzy and light-headed. My stomach felt strange like it had the day before.
I felt like what I was doing was wrong.
But I didn’t let myself stop. I wasn’t going to interrupt a happy customer just because my morals were kicking in.
His penis and ballsack rammed into my ass again and again, and so violence were his thrusts that he was scooting me and the table across the tile floor.
I knew he was giving it all he had, so I was confused at why my body wasn’t burning up for sex.
Why isn’t my penis erected by this? I wondered. Why am I not the least bit turned on? Why can’t I stop thinking about yesterdays customer?
Suddenly he groaned and bashed his hips against my ass forcefully, and I felt his cum burst into my insides, hot and wet.
He pulled out of me once his release was complete, sniffing and wiping his nose.
He sighed happily. “Well, that was great. Thanks,” he smacked me on the butt. “You can get up, now. That is where I eat.” He chuckled at me.
I pushed myself off the table and pulled up my underwear and pants.
“So how much?” The man opened a drawer in the kitchen and pulled out a box of nasty crackers.
“$500,” I told him.
He reached into the box and pulled out a wad of cash. He thumbed out $500 and handed it to me.
“There ya go,” he snorted, handing me the money.
I took it. “Thanks,”
“No prob,” he nodded. He walked over to the sink and hacked something up, then spat it out.
I cringed in disgust, and to hide it, I got out my phone and checked the time. It was 6:51pm.
“I’ll let myself out?” I offered.
“Yeah, sure, go ahead. Your shirt’s by the dishwasher.” He replied.
I grabbed my shirt and got the hell out of there.
I went home, put up my money, showered, and left again right after.
As I walked the streets, I kept asking myself why I didn’t feel anything with the guy in the kitchen. But then I kept telling myself it was because he was a strange, awkward man, and so he made having sex with him strange and awkward. I held onto that lie as if it were fact.
The next customer I met was a woman. I found her on the steps to some building, looking all depressed. She said her husband had died and she was lonely. I told her I’d love on her until she felt better, and she blushed at my offer, but still accepted it.
She told me I’d have to wear a condom, which I didn’t mind all that much.
She stripped down completely naked and sprawled across her bed.
“Come on, big boy, show me what you got,” she purred, jabbing her index finger at me. Her large breasts bounced cheerfully, the nipples firm and red.
I smiled slightly and took off all my clothes.
She saw my penis and huffed. “It’s not the biggest dog in the park, but I bet you bark up a tree pretty well.” She tossed me a condom, and spread her legs apart wide. “Get in here,” she hissed, trying to sound sexy.
I tore open the package and pulled the blue, balloon-like strip of rubber over my penis. It was tight, but it had lubricant in it, so that made it feel better.
“Come oooon,” she sang, stretching her feet out towards me.
I walked over to her and felt that strange feeling of guilt again. Why do you feel this way? I demanded of myself. This is ridiculous! Focus!
I forced a smile at the lady and took hold of my penis. She spread her legs apart again, revealing her bushy vagina. I stepped up to her and rubbed my penis along her vagina until I found her slit, and I teased it open with the head.
She moaned and thrashed her legs into the air, her breasts flopping. “Ooh, do it! Do it!” She cried.
I slid my penis into her vagina and started pumping myself into her. Slowly at first, for I knew that a womans vagina was more sensitive than an asshole, then I picked up speed.
She screamed and kicked and smacked the bed in her pleasure, while I held onto her waist and pulled myself in and out, in and out, thrusting my penis deep into her.
“Harder!” She yelled. “Harder!”
I broke out in a sweat. I jerked my hips and thighs into her own, grinding our hips together at each slap. She moaned and cried, “Yes, yes! Yes!”
Gradually, my penis grew warmer and began to turn hard.
She began to writhe in restlessness as my penis became erect inside of her. She bucked herself in time with my body, and faster and faster we moved.
Suddenly she screamed out, “I’m cumming!”
And she came. Her cum was hot even through the rubbery condom I wore. I thrust myself in her two more times before pulling out. Her slime clung to the condom, leaving a trail from her vagina to my penis.
Breathless, panting, eyes closed, the lady fell back onto the bed and sighed with contentment. With her body coated in a thin shiny layer of sweat, her breats sparked in the dim bedroom light. Her vagina oozed with her own thick cum.
I looked down at my penis. The slight erection I had felt had all ready faded away into nothing. I sighed and pulled off the condom and threw it away in the trash can by her dresser. Then I picked up my clothes and got dressed.
“That’ll be $500, please,” I muttered once I was dressed. I stood there and shuffled my feet. I felt like I had just done something very disgusting and wrong.
She waved her hand to the dresser. “Middle drawer, on the left side. Take it out yourself… I don’t wanna move…” She yawned and stretched out across the bed. “Goodnight…” She murmered, smashing her face into pillow.
I sighed and took $500 out of the dresser and left. I didn’t leave my number.
I went home and guilt followed me there.
I tried to let routine block it out by checking the time and taking a shower, but even when I was free of that woman’s smell, I still couldn’t clear my head of that guilty feeling. My stomach felt queezy, so I went to the kitchen to make some food.
It was 9:14pm by the time I sat down on the couch with a turkey sandwhich. My head began to throb from trying to get rid of that feeling. I ate part of my sandwhich to see if that would help, but it only made me feel worse.
Angry, I went into the kitchen and took three Advil PMs.
I had wanted to get out again that night, but since my head and stomach were bothering me, I figured I should just knock myself out and go to sleep.
I laid on the couch until the Advil kicked in at around 10:00pm, then I went to my bedroom and crawled under the covers. Unable to clear my head, I laid there with my eyes closed for at least two hours, my mind restless, until at last I fell victim to the sleeping effects of the medicine.
It rained the next day, but I went out anyway.
First I checked the mail. I got check from that softy for $950. I read the letter he included;
“Please come over this weekend if you can. Any time that works for you will work for me. Please call me if you can’t come over then, please.”
Then his number was at the bottom.
I put the check inside and left.
The clouds were thick and dark in the sky, turning the day to night. Lightning streaked across the sky like angry swarms of bees.
Thundred growled low in the distance, shaking the very pavement I walked on. The rain fell in a steady flow, spattering on my hooded jacket and raising a chill along my spine.
It didn’t bother me, though. I rather enjoyed the gloomy rain. It suited my mood more than a day full of sunshine and butterflies.
I walked around for hours trying to pick up a customer, but no one was interested. No one wanted to pick up a wet stranger off the side of the road, especially not during a storm.
I ended up sitting in a booth at a fast food joint, drinking a milkshake as I stared out the glass walls.
The place was empty aside from an old couple who were hunched over their food in a corner, gumming at their burgers with dull, yellow dentures.
An old Mexican man was dragging a dirty mop around the floor, causing the stench of bleach to fill the air.
The radio played in the background, the songs jerking and sputtering out with static.
Thunder rumbled nearby, and for a moment the lights in the resturant flickered.
No one seemed to notice.
I grabbed my styrofoam cup and threw my milkshake away. Then I shook the water out of my hood, pulled it over my head, and went back out into the rain.
I met my next customer at a bus stop.
She had been leaning against the awning, smoking a cigarette. As I walked over to her, she asked me what I wanted. I asked her if she had somewhere important to go, and she answered;
“Only if that place is your pants.” She threw the cigarette out into the rain and blew a ribbon of smoke after it. The cigarette landed into a puddle of water and hissed before dying.
“I’m game if you are,” I replied. A twing of unease spasmed in my stomach, but I ignored it.
She wanted to go to my place. So we did.
She was a rough-looking thing. The dress she wore was revealingly short and tight. As she unzipped her boots, I cleaned my bedroom up a bit by kicking stuff into the corner.
“Are we gonna do this, or do you want to play house-maid, first?” She asked grouchily.
My eyes narrowed. There was something I didn’t like about her. Perhaps it was her tone.
She walked over to me and grabbed me by the belt loops of my pants and slung me to my bed. I fell up against it and scowled at her, then took my pants off. She came over and ripped down my underwear and began pumping my penis in her hands.
I began to feel warm all over. My penis began to tingle and grow hard. I groaned slightly and pulled my shirt off, throwing it to the corner.
She bent down and put her lips around my penis, carressing it with her tongue and sucking at it with her lips. Her head moved back and forth, and my penis began to burn with desire.
I resisted long enough to reach behind her and unzip her dress. It fell to the floor. I noticed then that she wasn’t wearing any panties or a bra.
She pulled herself away from my penis, which pulsed in defiance, and stood up. She leaned in close to me and smiled wickedly, her mouth wet with spit and cum, her large, obviously fake, breasts pressing up against my chest.
I swallowed dryly and took hold of my penis and pressed it against her vagina. My penis slipped down to her opening and slid right in very easily.
She pushed her hips foreward, forcing my penis in deeper. Then she shoved me back onto the bed and crawled on top of me, holding my penis inside of her with one hand.
I winced slightly as her claw-like fingernails dug into my chest as she held me down.
Then she sat on my penis and began bouncing her body up and down on it. In and out, in and out, my penis grew hard and began to throb as she thrust her body again and again down onto mine.
I began pushing my hips in and out in time with her, and we gathered speed.
She let out small yelps and grunts, her body coated with sweat and grime. Her fingers were tight around my wrists, and herr breasts leapt up and down at every thrust she made.
I wasn’t very comfortable, but she seemed to be, so I wasn’t going to move in case it upset her.
My penis became completely erect, and I almost felt proud of myself for finally reaching this point. But then a cold sweat rippled down my back, and suddenly nothing mattered.
I laid there in a strange sort of daze while she pounded herself into my penis, driving it deep into her vagina.
But then I snapped out of it when, quite out of nowhere, I came.
My penis raged with fire for a few seconds before emptying all its contents into that woman’s vagina. I blinked in surprise and shook my head lightly to wake myself up.
The woman groaned and pounded into me even harder, my cum spilling out of her hole around my penis, splattering onto my legs and stomach. Then she came, and I felt her liquid warmth more than I felt my own.
As soon as her orgasim faded, she pushed herself off of me and stood up.
I sat up on the edge of the bed. My penis fell down between my legs, drained. It pulsed slightly still, and at each pulse, my stomach felt like it dropped ten feet into ice.
The zipped up her dress with a practiced hand, then stomped on her boots a