Now some may call me a pussy for this but I always feel extremely guilty when we take a life. So I usually drink my life away after we commit that deed. In fact that is what I was planning on doing now. "Here we are boys," smiled Kyle's brother Marty, with a smug look on his face. Now Marty was nothing like Kyle. He was easy going and simple. Now I think about it, he had one characteristic in common with his brother and that was his cockiness.
They had different kinds of cockiness though, Kyle was cocky in a tough way while Marty was cocky in an ‘I'm a lady's man’ way. This place must have been heaven for Marty, as he seemed to like chatting up the girls and giggling with them more than the sex part. Me, I was a different story, I only used these girls for sex, and I felt no need to converse with them. They probably thought I was the biggest jerk and know what? They were probably right. I sat at the counter, drinking myself away, drink after drink, wondering if my life would someday get better. I always thought that living the life of a gangster was the coolest lifestyle around so why am I thinking differently?
I sat alone drinking as Kyle was playing pool and Wade was chatting up a girl. It was about time I got laid. I looked over all the hoochies in the club. I picked out a girl who was a favorite of mine. Oh Alice, the young girl who had dreams of making it big, the girl who fell flat on her face. I liked Alice, she was spunky and I like spunk. She had short blonde hair and her tits were about a c-cup and were natural. Maybe that's why I liked her more than the rest of the bimbos in this joint since most of them had breast implants. I staggered over to her motioning her to meet me in the washroom. I wasn't asking, I was demanding and she knew it. Now what we were about to do wasn't sex or anything, the pleasure was one way. Thinking of myself made me feel worthless and dirty but my drunkenness helped shield my guilt. I led her in the washroom.
I gave her money, and then she moved down to her knees with the type of look on her face wondering, ‘How'd I get this low-down dirty job.’ I couldn't blame her. She unzipped my pants and all I could think about and wonder was if I could one day find love. Soon enough the idea was diminished as I thought to myself, there's no way in hell. Who would want to spend a life with me in my dark, grim world? Alice unzipped my pants pulling out my softened cock. She started stroking it with her warm little hand until it grew stiff right in her palm.
"Where do you want it?" She asked as if she has used that phrase everyday. She reminded me of those people at the drive in, who say the same things to all of their customers, sounding annoyed and frustrated because they hate their jobs. The only thing they work for his money, the paper we need to survive.
Anyways I was so drunk and I just told her to suck me off. Without a reply she planted her sweet lips onto the head of my cock then engulfing my member. A shock of pleasure shot through my drunk, loosened body. The girl bobbed her head back and forth speedily. I tilted my head back in pleasure closing my eyes, thinking of all that is wonderful. She started to stroke me while sucking my cock with her warm tight mouth. Her hand gradually moved faster increasing it's pace until it looked like a blur. As I felt the urge to cum, I moved my hands onto her head. I roughly bobbed her head over my cock until I exploded into her warm mouth. My cum filled her cute mouth as she coughed.
After I was done, she violently spit out the cum, wiped her mouth and then left the washroom, slamming the door behind her. I could tell she was angry and she had every right to be because when I first met her, I was a totally different person... |