Vince Marcos - The slut next door

He went up to her apartment and knocked on the door. He waited for her to answer it. She didn't.

"Come on, Kathy, I know you're home!" he yelled.

No answer.

"Open this fucking door, or I swear to Christ, I'll break it down!"

"Tony, it's one in the morning for Christ sake! Everyone is sleeping!"

So the bitch WAS home!

"I gotta talk to you," he said.

"It's late, Tony. Wait until tomorrow…"

"If you don't open this fucking door…"

"All right, all right…"

A pause. Then the lock was pulled back and the door opened. Kathy was standing in the doorway, still dressed in her sexy blue jeans and tank top, with her tits filling it up nicely. She stared at him, exhaustedly.

"Did I wake you up?"

"What the hell do you think, you bastard?"

He looked at her. She has changed. And whatever the hell for, he was spooked. "Come on, we're going for a ride."

"A ride! You crazy son of a bitch, I'm not…"

"Get your ass going!" he yelled, and yanked her by the arm into the hallway, and closed her door. "I ain't asking for anything else, for Christ sake. And don't give me any of your shit!"

Silently, she followed him to his car. He was really pissed now. She never avoided him like this, never ran away from him. Before, she was always glad to see him, to treat him nice. Now, she was bitchy and her cunt was like canned tuna fish.

"Where are we going?" she asked him, her arms folded across her tits.

"For a ride," he told her. He started the engine and drove off.

She stayed quiet for most of the ride, stopping once or twice to ask him for a cigarette because hers were at home and he didn't give her any time to get them. She blew smoke at the windshield angrily, hoping he would turn the car around and head back.

Instead, he pulled into an abandoned park. Nobody was around. Hell, it was one-thirty. Who in their right mind would be wandering around in a park that time of night?

Normal people were in their homes, like they should be, fucking their brains out and falling asleep afterwards. But not them, they had to fight, and whatever the fuck for?

He pulled the keys out of the ignition. "Okay, baby, spill it. What the hell's bugging you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Listen, doll, I used to make your ass sizzle in the feathers. I was the only stud that got your whistle blowing."

"Oh, really!"

He stared at her. "So it's another guy I'm competing with!"

"I didn't say that."

"Don't give me that shit. It's got to be that. One guy isn't enough, so you have another cock on the side, right? Isn't that it, baby?"

"I think you're fucking out of your mind!"

He grabbed hold of her shoulders and pressed her tits against his chest. "I've had a hard-on for three days, and you haven't once been willing to fix it. I'm asking you now, babe, to do it."

"You really think I love to suck cock, don't you?" she sneered. "Well, you know what you can go do. And I promise not to look!"

He got really pissed. He put his hands in back of her head and pushed her down between his legs.

"You cunt! You're gonna suck it now, baby! You'll fix me up good!"

She felt her face pressing against the stiff joint that bulged out of his pants. It was a long, thick bulge. "Stop it, you asshole. I'm not going to blow you!"

"No dice, baby," he breathed heavily. "You've got no choice."

He kept holding her down, shoving her mouth onto his rigid crotch. And he wouldn't let her go until she licked it for him. The son of a bitch. All men were sons of bitches who wanted, wanted, wanted…

"Come on, baby," he told her. "I'll keep you down there until you do it. And I want your best, doll. You know what that means – if I don't get it, you'll have to keep doing it over and over until it's right."

She wasn't going to get home until she did it, so she might as well get to work.

Slowly, she unzipped his fly. She hated to do it, but it was the only way to shake him. Then she pulled out his prick and looked at it; the bastard was still huge. And that was all she was going to take out was his dick. No balls, or anything. She'd suck it through his zipper, but if he thought for one minute she was going to unbutton him and pull his pants down, he was nuts!

"Hurry, baby, hurry…" he panted.

His prick hairs were sticking out of his fly. Usually, she'd play with the rest of his crotch while she gave him a blow-job, but not tonight.

She slid her mouth on it and started to blow him.

"Uh, baby, you're still the greatest cock-suck." And so she went about doing it, licking his rod, kissing his balls and playing with them at the same time, sucking on the head, and caressing the stem of it. She'd put a little in her mouth, sucking it, then slip it out of her mouth, licking down the shaft. Then she'd put a little more in her mouth, and lick it down to the head. She'd keep putting more and more cock into her mouth until she thought she'd gag, but was careful to push it out just as quickly.

Tony was getting mad. "You're not doing it right, baby," he said. "What the fuck is wrong with you!" He reached for her head and held it down as she put some of his prick into her mouth. "You can suck it all the way…"

She clawed for his hands, trying to stop him. Shit, his cock was too damn big… she was choking, with all that meat in her mouth. But he kept pushing her head down on it. Farther and farther, she slid onto it.

"More, baby… you want more…" he groaned.

He was so Goddamn strong that she was no match. He kept pushing her head down on it and she was gagging and panting for breath… and now she couldn't breathe!

He was going to kill her, choke her to death with his nine-inch cock.

No, no, stop! Stop! He pressed down until his dick was shoved way deep into her throat. She wasn't Linda Lovelace, for God's sake, and she never attempted to put that much cock into her mouth.

"That's it, baby… that's the way I like it!" he moaned.

Tony, stop, I'm gagging… I can't breathe… I need air… damn it, but she couldn't speak, and all that prick was in her mouth and going in deeper and deeper and she couldn't take it any more.

Everything was getting black and dark, and the last thing she thought of before she lost consciousness was the movie, SHAFT.

It was an hour later when she woke up and Tony was leaning over her. She then realized her head was resting on his lap and that she had been out for a while.

"Really sorry that happened, baby," he said. "Just went out of my mind and freaked out. Didn't think I knocked you out with my prick!"

She sat up. "Take me home."

"Okay, okay," he said, turning on the engine and pulling out of the lot they were in. After a few minutes of being on the road, he said, "I really am sorry, honey, I…"

"You almost killed me!" she screamed.

He said nothing.

"Is that why you brought me there?" she asked, sarcastically.

He shook his head. "I've been worried about you, babe. You scare me sometimes, the way you act. I thought you got tired of me or something."

"I'm getting tired of doing things like that!"

"Like I said…"

"Oh, I don't want to hear it any more!" she snapped. Lighting a cigarette. Damn it, but her throat still hurt. She felt strangled for a few minutes. And to think if he had't stopped and noticed that she had passed out, she would have been a goner.

Tony tried smoking, too, but his eyes kept shifting from the road to her. "Honey… is there another guy?"

"Why do you ask?" she snapped.

"Well, I don't want to butt in on a good thing. If you and him are happy together in the sack, then I don't want to be in the way…"

"But you don't know if there is someone else, do you?" she said.

"I only asked so I could be sure," he said.