Vince Marcos - The slut next door

"Well, then, don't ask!"

He watched the street and turned to the left. Her apartment was on the next block. He didn't want to get her home in a hurry, because if he did, and she got out of the car, he was sure he'd never see her again.

Shit, of all the stupid things to do, but to choke her with his dick. He didn't mean it. He just got crazy and mad at her for all the shitty things she was pulling on him. He wanted to know if there was someone else… and it would hurt him a hell of a lot, but he would be hurt even more if he didn't know why she was acting this way.

Ever since the first time he met her, when she gave him a blow-job in the hospital, he was hung up. He couldn't get her out of his mind – and after he fucked her for the first time, he knew all those other broads out there in the world were just play toys, but that this was the real thing. And somehow, and because of something he did, he lost her.

"Baby," he said, putting his hand on her shoulder. "Could you just tell me where I stand?" She glanced at him. "Why?"

"I suppose you don't want to see me any more. Right?"

"Why don't you answer that one yourself?" she said.

He looked down. "I thought so."

She got out of the car. "And don't bother calling any more, baby, because tomorrow, the telephone man's coming to change my number."

"And I guess it'll be unlisted."

"You guess correctly!"

"You're not going to tell me what I did wrong?"

"If you don't know, then go to hell!" She walked up to the steps of the apartment, shaking her little ass at him. He figured it was the last time he'd have the privilege of watching it. He waited a little while after she went in, then drove off.

Kathy thought about how glad she was to be rid of him. The mother fucking cock-sucker! Thought he could get away with that kind of shit with her.

He was a pile of scum as far as she was concerned, and could do without him. Most men were, at that. Ever since the night of the rape, she saw things differently. Like she was being used all this time for HIS pleasure, that she did things so HE could get HIS rocks off.

That's why he came here tonight, to bug her about it. It wasn't her fault his balls were loaded with cum and that he was walking around with a stiff dick. Why couldn't he whack off? Why did he have to come over and hope she could shove it down her throat, which he did.

Fuck, putting her to sleep with his meat. And now, she thought, he would have to go to some whorehouse to get his gun off, because she wouldn't have anything to do with him.

As she entered her apartment, she could see someone sitting in her big upholstered chair. And from the looks of it, it was Ron Cameron.

"I've been waiting a pretty long time," he said.

She smiled and threw her tank top over on the sofa, standing before him with naked tits. "I'm sorry, baby, but that jack-off has been bothering me again. Seems he just won't learn."

Ron smiled smugly. "Bend over, baby. You get it through the ass tonight."

Lovingly, she did as she was told.

Anne was taking a shower when Jay got home. She could tell by the funny sounds he was making that he was hornier than he was yesterday.

Oh no, she'd have to settle for getting eating out again, damn it. That dude didn't want to fuck so much anymore. It was just plain sucking, and it was getting boring. Maybe he had a hang-up on blow-jobs. She didn't mind teething on his prick, but she was getting tired of the same old thing. He'd fuck her for five minutes, pull out his black dick and shove it down her throat, saying, "Okay, baby, take care of it." Well, she was, but she was getting fucking sick and tired of it all.

"Where are you woman?" he called out.

"Over here, stud," she informed him.

"Ahh, there you are!" he laughed.

He bent down and kissed her. His tongue explored her mouth, wiping it along her teeth and gums and kissing her as he withdrew.

"You look nice and yummy in there," he said. "Mighty tasty. And I do think I could use a chocolate shake."

"Well, why don't you slip out of your clothes and hop in. I think I could use someone to help wipe off my black pussy."

He didn't need any more of an invitation because he was out of his clothes and into the shower stall faster than you can say the word, "mother fucker".

She grinned at the sight of his stiff cock.

"Mm," she laughed, putting his cock in her hands. "Rubber DICKY, you're the one… fucking with you is so much fun… Rubber dicky, I'm awfully fond of you!"

"Rubber Dicky?" he chuckled. "That's real meat and bone, mostly bone."

"I know, I know. My, my, Jay, how you've grown…"

"The better to fuck you with, my dear," he groaned, spreading her legs and shoving his cock into her dark box.

"Ohh… Christ… you're so big and stiff… pump harder, baby… where DO you get all that dick from?"

"Knew you'd love it, doll…"

"I love that cock… and those balls… uh…"

"I knew you were a meat and potatoes woman when I first met you!"

"Damn, feels so good… fuck me harder, harder…"

Jay was going along just fine, but he felt, like cumming any minute. The more he tried to slow down and groove on the great vibes he was getting from this fuck, the worse it got.

No matter what he thought of – cat food, Hamburger Helper, Sesame Street – it only made him want to shoot his load in a second.

Suddenly, he pulled out, grabbed the bar of soap and shoved it up her pussy.

"Ohh… Jay, Jay…" She was startled.

"Relax, baby, this is gonna feel just fine…"

He fucked the soap in and out, foaming bubbles and suds all around her cunt and pubic hair. She closed her eyes and was going wild. The sensations of the soap washing out her insides got her hotter than a hot box, and all she could think of was doing it more, more.

"Yes, yes, baby… jack me off with that soap… it's so wide, like the Grand Canyon… I feel like blowing bubbles…"

She was taking a handful of suds and bubbles and rubbing his cock while he rammed the cake of soap up her cunt. She was pulling on it just great… that soap was slippery and made her whacking him off better than ever. What a great idea this soap thing was.

Again and again, her hand jerked at his cock, getting it stiffer and plumper. He really had a big boner now. And her fingers felt so good, squishy and great! He was gonna cum any minute for sure.

"Ready, baby…" he groaned.

"Yeah… now."

"Now!"

"Oh Christ! Oh Jesus Christ! I can't stand up straight – my God… Jay, you bastard… you did it…"

Together, they sank to the bottom of the shower stall, orgasming over and over, aiming like there was no tomorrow. They heaved, breathing loudly, and catching their breath.

Slowly, Anne opened her eyes and looked at the cake of soap and smiled.

"What's the matter, honey?" he asked.

She pointed to the soap. "I used dial… don't you wish everybody did!"

He reached for her hand and put it between his legs, on top of his limp cock. She let it stay there for a few minutes, then got up.

"Now it's my turn," she said, and went into the medicine cabinet. When she closed it again, he saw that she was holding a can of menthol shaving cream.

"What the fuck are you going to use that for?" he asked.

"You'll see." She bent down and sprayed his balls and cock.

It felt funny, all creamy and slimy running down his rod, but she was up to something, and that meant he would be UP to it, too.

After she was done, she put the shaving cream away and started to kiss him down his neck, to his chest and further down to his stomach. The hairs on his chest tingled and he felt his meat get hard.

She stroked his inner thighs and legs and pushed her tits in his face so he could suck on the nipples. He darted his tongue over them, those rigid little mothers, wanting him to work them over. And he was doing this and his dick was growing stiff again, she was positioning herself over it and slowly, very slowly, she sat on it.