Roger Hornsby - The sex procurer

I was in the closet in her bedroom, had myself tucked behind some boxes and clothes she had in there, and heard her return to the pad. Naturally she came into the bedroom, and I spotted her from a narrow opening I had set up for that purpose, eyed her undressing and liked everything I saw.

She was a haughty bitch even in the disrobing act, and she pissed me with her arrogance. Yet she was a beautiful thing, a bitch somewhere in her late twenties and with plenty of sex written all over her. She was the willowy blonde kind, the long-legged kind with a pair of big boobs, and everything about her spelled class. I wanted to take that twat and twist it and say, "You bitch, I've got you where the hair is short. Now, fuck!"

But I waited. I waited all the time, watching her peel away her clothes; first her blouse, a yellow thing with plenty of expensive frills; then her skirt, a mini piece that was expensive-looking, too; then a frilly yellow see-through bra that revealed big nipples; and finally yellow see-through nylon drawers which showed her terrific big blonde bush. That's all she wore, that bitch; and then she was out of a pair of gold heels, and was naked in front of me.

I had a rock in my pants that wouldn't stop. My gut ached. I felt juice piling up in my balls. I wanted to cream the universe. She was the wildest good thing I ever had seen. A beautiful fuck, I told myself, an absolutely magnificent fuck.

Then she left the room. She went across it and into a john on its far side. From my place in the closet, I could see her standing before a long mirror, and she was admiring herself, the bitch. She was fluffing her bush, and rubbing her tits, examining her nips, and then standing with her legs apart and throwing her cooz up for inspection. And finally she stepped away from the mirror and to a shower out-of-sight. I made up my mind to leave that closet.

But I didn't intend to fuck her in that shower. Crazy? Not necessarily. I didn't intend to fuck her at all in that place that day. Maybe I wanted to tease myself awhile longer. Or maybe I wanted to make her crawl the right way. In any case, I got the hell out of that place while she was showering, left the building, and planned to meet her the next day so that she could snub me.

That's right. I wanted her to snub me. I purposely planned to speak to her outside her building while she waited for the cab that would take her where she wanted to go. And I did just that.

She snubbed me, of course. She looked down her nose at me and made like I was dirt. I pretended to be abashed, groveled awhile, let myself be more abused, and finally got away from there.

The next day I repeated the act. "Why do you bother me so?" she haughtily raged. "Why don't you leave people alone?" And I groveled again and finally was chased away. I did it a third day, suffered the same consequences, and of course knew exactly what next would happen.

That was when I delivered a plaster cast model of my dick to her pad. You see, despite being rebuffed on those days, I still went to her bedroom and watched everything she did. I learned all there was to know about her habits, knew exactly what I have known about all cunts – that they love more than anything else to fuck – and proceeded on that assumption. And to enliven things I presented her with a plaster cast of my dick.

I placed it on her vanity before she returned, then situated myself in her closet and watched the fun. When she arrived, she went through the usual act of undressing and admiring herself. But this time, she also saw the plaster prick. I laughed to myself as I saw her eyes go big in surprise. Then a quizzical look took over, and she went close to it, probably wondering how it possibly could have gotten there. And she even audibly exclaimed, "How did…" but dropped her words and moved to that big white cock on her vanity.

She picked it up hesitantly. My balls were there, too, and she held it like you hold a pistol. Then she laid it in a palm of one hand, and it protruded far beyond it. She shook her head in a kind of silent amazement, and pursed her lips, then actually sighed. But next she did what I thought she would do, the bitch. Oh yes, she did what I thought she would do.

She took it to her twat. That's right. She was bare-ass, and she placed it at her twat. See what I'm talking about? The thought of how it got there wasn't as important as finding out how it felt at her cunt lips. So she spread her legs, thrust out her pussy at that mirror, and inserted the tip of the cock to her cunt's lips, teasing herself with my mock-up disk. Bitch.

You guessed what she did next, I'm sure. She shoved it in all the way. I could tell by the way she managed it, that she was already wet and waiting. And she had no trouble inserting that long pole to her twat. Oh, it didn't go all the way in; but she took it up her hole as far as it would go. She liked the idea, believe me, and a crazy little smile even crossed her lips as she half-closed her eyes and watched herself in that mirror.

Then she began fucking herself, moving my long rod up and down her cunt, arching herself so that, her head back, she could squint through shuttered eyes at what she did to herself. She loved watching it. And this was the same bitch who had given me the snubs all the time. Dig that! Miss Snob was loving my fake cock.

She couldn't stand it any more. She went onto the bed in front of the vanity, spread her legs, half sat up, and continued watching herself take that long yang into her wet vag. She began to pant, and soon she fell back on the bed, her feet still on the floor, and watched herself at a distance as she still fucked herself. Finally, she lifted her legs in the air, hooked her ankles as if to lock them around a guy dicking her, and began, eyes now closed, to take my dick wildly up her hole.

I realized it was time to make a move. Cautiously, so very quietly, I left that closet, determined to complete my revenge on that cunt. And soon I was right in front of her as she thrashed her twat with that plaster cock, and I had a duplicate to that prick, held it in my hand, and finally split her ankles apart, pulled her hand away with my false disk in it, and fell on her with the real McCoy.

She came out of her trance almost instantly. But I already was into her hot vag, smoothly driving the real thing at the roof of her cunt. She let out a scream and started beating me with her fists, but it was after the fact. I slapped her face back and forth, put a hand over her mouth, and gave her my rod solidly to her hole. Soon she shut up, stopped the resistance act, and went on with the business of being fucked. She never had it so good, and she knew it.

I rammed her savagely. I hated her guts, and I had purposely jacked off before leaving my pad that morning in order to run my rod in her till she screamed from the ecstasy and the agony of it all. I had whacked myself three times that morning, and had plenty of seed out of me. So there was little thought that she'd ever get to me with her pelvic grinds; I would sustain a fuck that would drive her insane.

Which I did. Soon she was screaming from the joy of it all – and I let her scream. I let her scream to high heaven, and I laughed all the time she yelled. I just kept plugging her, methodically, like a taskmaster, fucking her so that she went insane. Her clit was under the saw action of my dick, and she went berserk from the fuck. There was nothing in the world she could do but hump; she was caught on the fuck.

I rode her all the way down the line. She came, and came, and came again. She was exhausted from her comes. Soon she begged me not to fuck her anymore. But I continued. And she, being a broad, and a broad being a dumb bitch for cock anytime, kept taking my action, fucking herself to new comes, tyrannizing her own flesh with her gluttony for sexual achievement and fulfillment and all that shit. She went the limits, as far as she could go, and I knew I had reduced her from that position of snobbery. Yet I still wasn't done with her.