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“Wait,” she said. “Just a second. I... I need to piss... and then we can talk... or whatever...”
She took a sidestep, squatting down beside me with all the grace of a fucking ape. Her knickers bunched around her knees, and she pissed like a horse. I could hear it splashing the tarmac under her, see it pooling in the half light, streaming its way across to my feet. Piss and fags and cheap fucking vodka. She was cheap, like me, cheap and fucking dirty, like everything else in this place. “Nearly done...”
I didn’t give her a fucking chance. Need boiled over, springing my hands to life. I’d grabbed her in a heartbeat, rough hands on scrawny shoulders, yanking her to standing so fast her heels clipped the floor and sent her reeling backwards.
She squealed, trying to regain her balance, but I’d already pinned her. Pinned her tight, so much tighter than I’d pinned Sophie Harding. Her cunt was still dripping, but I didn’t fucking care. I found the right spot, thumb tight against her filthy, piss-soaked clit. She moaned and spread her legs, wrapping her arms around my neck for balance. “Yes... fuck...”
She was warm and wet, and soft, real fucking soft. “You want it?” I grunted.
“Yes...”
“Ask nicely, you dirty fucking bitch.”
“Yes... please...” she moaned. “I know about you... they say you’re an animal...”
Two fingers went in easy, I spread them inside her. “Gonna open you up.”
“Fuck yeah...”
She came in for a kiss, but I ducked my head, moving my mouth to her neck. She grabbed my hair, held me to her while I tasted her skin. Cheap perfume tasted nasty on her throat. I moved lower, yanking down her tight little vest top. Soft tits spilled out for me. Nipples like dark bullets. I took one between my teeth, sucked her hard.
“Yeah... like that...” she groaned.
Her tit tasted better than her neck. I sucked her in, cock straining in my jeans as her breath tickled my scalp. She was breathing fast, shallow. I pulled away so I could look at her. Her tits were nice, from what I could see, perky and pale. I wondered if Sophie Harding’s would look like that. No, hers would be sweeter, smaller. Hers would fit in my mouth, her whole sweet tit in my filthy mouth.Yes. I wanted that. I wanted her.
“Feels so good...” Blondie’s voice broke my mood. Ruined it. Her cunt was noisy, slurping like a slack-jawed mouth around my fucking fingers. I shoved another in, working that dirty little clit with my thumb until her hand was on my wrist. “Gonna come... shit...”
“Take it,” I barked. That cunt’s words through the door... his fingers in Sophie’s sweet posh snatch... making her beg, making her take it.
“I’m gonna come...” Blondie hissed. “Yes...”
I let her, taking her weight around my neck as her legs juddered from under her. She moaned like the drunken skank she was, telling me how good it was, how fucking bad I was, such a fucking savage pounding her tight little pussy with my nasty fingers.
I didn’t give her time to catch her breath on the come down. Her eyes widened as I attacked, spinning her and slamming her hard, her cheek pressed against the garage door, my hand around her skinny neck holding her firm. “Stay fucking still.”
I reached down for her bag, fumbled around until I found a rubber. I freed my cock, finally, tearing the packet in my teeth and sheathing myself ready. She’d stayed in position, bare tits tight against the metal of the door, shoulders goose-pimpled from the cold. I wrapped my arm around her neck, pinned her in a choke hold. Her hands came up in panic, trying to prise me off her, but I held tight, her soft blonde hair under my chin as I plunged my cock right the way in her snatch. I breathed in her hair, grunting in relief. She gulped for breath, her hands pulling at my wrist.
“Don’t fucking fight me,” I growled.
I fucked her hard, using her like the cheap hole she was. It felt so fucking good. I closed my eyes, listening to her desperate breath, loving the way she moaned and wheezed in my grip. She forgot the pressure against her throat, snaking her hands back to reach for me, fists on my hoodie, pulling me harder into her.
My thighs tensed up, balls ready to fucking go. Her pussy clenched, milking me, and I was gone in her, shooting my load and swearing like a fucking lunatic, lost to everything but her sweet, hot cunt.
I dropped her when it was over, and she rubbed at her neck as though I’d nearly fucking killed her, gulping in air and making a big fucking deal about it. Satisfied she could breathe, she turned to face me, piggy eyes glinting with excitement.
“They didn’t lie about you, did they?”
I didn’t say a word, tossing the rubber to the floor and shoving my cock back in my jeans.
“Fancy coming back to mine? We could get that beer, go another round.”
I pulled up my hood, hiding my eyes from her. The cold wave of reality hit hard, and I felt dirty. Spent.
I looked at her through fresh eyes. She looked nothing like Sophie Harding. She wasn’t even close.
“Gonna go now,” I said. “I’ll walk you back.”
She looked disappointed but didn’t grumble, holding out a hand that I avoided, gripping hold of her elbow instead. I slipped into the shadows the moment her friends were back in sight.
