away from me, he sighs and takes a step back. “You know what I mean. You’re just not the same person you used to be. You’re my best friend, but seriously, you need to . . .” He huffs and grips the towel over his shoulder. “Never mind. I’ve got work to do.”
“Yeah. Me too. I have a lot of fucking work to do.” I pour another drink and make my way over to one of the empty couches. Lucky for me, everyone seems to be in the back room with Hemy so I can get a few minutes to myself.
I set my drink down on the table next to me and lean forward with my head in my hands and my elbows resting on my knees. I just can’t get over the fact that I’m so pissed off at this fucking woman. This morning my past consumed my thoughts and now the fact that this woman angers me like nothing else has taken over; has me completely worked up. The bad part is, the more she angers me the more I want to fuck her and take it out on her.
I fucking disgust her? Nah, fuck that.
I reach for my glass and tilt it back. I need to get my mind somewhere else. The liquor won’t do anything but numb it, but numbing is what I’m used to. It’s what keeps me going. My cock starts to harden at the thought of a needed release. Right on schedule.
“What’s up, dick.”
I tilt my head up at the sound of Hemy’s voice. He looks down at me and holds out a bottle of Whiskey. I can’t help but to laugh a bit when I notice he’s standing there wearing nothing but an American flag wrapped around his waist. He has claw marks all over his skin from the women grabbing at him. He loves it just as much as I do. He’s a dirty mother fucker; like me. “What’s up, man?”
“Not shit. You look like you need another one of these.” He pours my glass back up to the top and leans against the arm of the couch. “You here to help me work the ladies tonight or what? It’s a small crowd. A private party.”
I look up at the small group of women that have started rounding up in the back room. Most of them look slutty and willing. I’m sure the thought of me fucking them doesn’t disgust them. Most of them will probably be begging. How the fuck can I pass that up?
“Yeah.” I take a gulp of my drink and watch as a few of the ladies wave over at us. “Why not. I have nothing better to do.”
Hemy slaps my shoulder and stands up. “Finish that shit up and get your ass over there then. There’s a certain someone that is asking for you.” He starts backing away. “She has huge tits and a big fucking appetite. I’m pretty sure that’s your type.”
I can definitely deal with that. There’s no shame in having a huge sexual appetite. I need a woman that can handle me. I like to fuck and I like to fuck dirty. The fact they get the ultimate pleasure in return is just the icing on the cake. If my cock is what does the trick, then why the fuck should I stop? It’s not my fault I’m so good with it.
Taking a few more minutes to myself, I finish my drink and prep my brain by entering into fuck mode. It’s what keeps my mind from going places it shouldn’t while my cock is in charge. I stand and make my way over to the back room, ready to get out of my head.
Hemy has a group of women, groping his ass, legs and chest, while a few of the other women are waving money around and screaming. This is what we’re used to; what we live for.
My eyes scan the room of women, until they fall on the one I’m looking for; the brunette from the other night. She’s standing across the room in a tiny white dress that is hugging her every curve. She’s by far the most attractive woman here and the perfect distraction.
Stepping up behind her, I brush her hair behind her shoulder and whisper, “I’m here. Now what the fuck are you going to do with me?”
She turns around in my arms and
“Yeah. Me too. I have a lot of fucking work to do.” I pour another drink and make my way over to one of the empty couches. Lucky for me, everyone seems to be in the back room with Hemy so I can get a few minutes to myself.
I set my drink down on the table next to me and lean forward with my head in my hands and my elbows resting on my knees. I just can’t get over the fact that I’m so pissed off at this fucking woman. This morning my past consumed my thoughts and now the fact that this woman angers me like nothing else has taken over; has me completely worked up. The bad part is, the more she angers me the more I want to fuck her and take it out on her.
I fucking disgust her? Nah, fuck that.
I reach for my glass and tilt it back. I need to get my mind somewhere else. The liquor won’t do anything but numb it, but numbing is what I’m used to. It’s what keeps me going. My cock starts to harden at the thought of a needed release. Right on schedule.
“What’s up, dick.”
I tilt my head up at the sound of Hemy’s voice. He looks down at me and holds out a bottle of Whiskey. I can’t help but to laugh a bit when I notice he’s standing there wearing nothing but an American flag wrapped around his waist. He has claw marks all over his skin from the women grabbing at him. He loves it just as much as I do. He’s a dirty mother fucker; like me. “What’s up, man?”
“Not shit. You look like you need another one of these.” He pours my glass back up to the top and leans against the arm of the couch. “You here to help me work the ladies tonight or what? It’s a small crowd. A private party.”
I look up at the small group of women that have started rounding up in the back room. Most of them look slutty and willing. I’m sure the thought of me fucking them doesn’t disgust them. Most of them will probably be begging. How the fuck can I pass that up?
“Yeah.” I take a gulp of my drink and watch as a few of the ladies wave over at us. “Why not. I have nothing better to do.”
Hemy slaps my shoulder and stands up. “Finish that shit up and get your ass over there then. There’s a certain someone that is asking for you.” He starts backing away. “She has huge tits and a big fucking appetite. I’m pretty sure that’s your type.”
I can definitely deal with that. There’s no shame in having a huge sexual appetite. I need a woman that can handle me. I like to fuck and I like to fuck dirty. The fact they get the ultimate pleasure in return is just the icing on the cake. If my cock is what does the trick, then why the fuck should I stop? It’s not my fault I’m so good with it.
Taking a few more minutes to myself, I finish my drink and prep my brain by entering into fuck mode. It’s what keeps my mind from going places it shouldn’t while my cock is in charge. I stand and make my way over to the back room, ready to get out of my head.
Hemy has a group of women, groping his ass, legs and chest, while a few of the other women are waving money around and screaming. This is what we’re used to; what we live for.
My eyes scan the room of women, until they fall on the one I’m looking for; the brunette from the other night. She’s standing across the room in a tiny white dress that is hugging her every curve. She’s by far the most attractive woman here and the perfect distraction.
Stepping up behind her, I brush her hair behind her shoulder and whisper, “I’m here. Now what the fuck are you going to do with me?”
She turns around in my arms and
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