Oblivion

Oblivion
Kira Stone
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Copyright ©2023 Kira Stone

Man, the bitch could suck cock. For a twenty dollar street whore, she was everything I needed. Or maybe the first class coke flooding my system made her such an expert. Either way, all I cared about was getting off. The sooner the better.

I wrapped my fist in her dyed red hair and forced her down. “Suck it. You can take another inch.” She choked on my dick. Someone had to teach her to deep throat, but it wouldn’t be me.

I twisted her erect nipple between my fingers to hear her moan. Didn’t seem to matter that she still wore the kind of stretchy stuff that showed exactly what she had to offer. I could smell her creaming for me. I thought briefly about fucking her. She wouldn’t act like a prissy bitch -- Don’t mess up my hair! -- the way my high class bit of ass on the side did. Nor would she go into a coma like my wife.

The high class cunts were fun to play with, but no one could fuck down and dirty better than a cheap street whore, and that’s what I wanted tonight. I might even tip her an extra fiver if she could suck down all my seed without missing a drop.

But fucking her? No matter how good she smelled, I wasn’t getting her wet pussy on the leather of my new Mercedes. And the less the car smelled like sex, the happier my wife and kids would be to ride in it. No, a quick release and I was out of this squalid back alley.

I loved the sound of her choking on my big dick. No one else currently in my life would do that for me. I suppose I should have let her breathe more often but it felt so fucking good to fill her tight throat as she tried to swallow around my cock.

“Just… a little… more,” I gasped, nearly pulling her hair out as I thrust up into her mouth. She swallowed around the head of my dick with a deep growl and that was all I needed. I came in several thick spurts she took without complaint.

When I was spent, I slumped in the seat. She sat up too, then leaned in and tried to kiss me. No thanks. I’d never been one to enjoy the taste of my own cum. I pushed her back into the other seat.

I used tissues to wipe off her spit, then tossed them out the window. One more bit of trash in this alley wouldn’t be noticed.

“Wanna see me again?” she asked in a voice raw from my deep thrusting. Her hand moved under her short skirt, trying to hold my attention as well as attempting to get herself off.

I didn’t give a shit about her, but her amazing mouth might be worth another trip. “Give me your number.” Who knows, I might even call her. Give that ass the pounding that creamy hole cried out for. If she let me tie her up and fuck her ass, I might even add her to my stable.

I took out my wallet and gave her the twenty we’d bargained for. If I were going to see her again, I’d be more generous next time, but I didn’t want her thinking I carried a lot of cash.

At the moment, however, I wanted her out of my car so I could take a piss in a dark corner and get the hell out of here. This definitely wasn’t the kind of place I wanted to be caught hanging out.

She handed me a card -- a pro, so I wouldn’t be using her services again -- and got out. As soon as she got out I did the same, then closed my door and locked it. Whether she hung around or not, I didn’t care. She’d already seen my dick.

I had my penis out, pissing against the brick wall, when she came over and knocked into my shoulder. Urine spotted my pants and that shoved me way out of the good mood she’d put me in. “Fuck off, slut. I’m not spending another dime on you.” Did I have a clean set of clothes in the car? I’d catch hell from my wife if I went home smelling like piss.

“I’m more special than the way you’ve been treatin’ me. I deserve respect.” She lifted her chin and I just rolled my eyes.

Then from the dark corner, I saw movement. Three bodies all dressed in black, not afraid to show their dark faces in the dim light of the alley. One of them hooked an arm around the slut and openly fondled her breast. “That’s right, sugar. You are somethin’ special. Did he pay you?”

“Yeah,” she purred, “with a twenty. He’s got a couple more hundreds in his wallet.”

“Holding out on our Moureen, are ya? Now that ain’t nice.”

Fuck! I’d been set up. Before I could open my mouth to barter, the crack of a gun split the otherwise quiet night. One to my heart and another went through my brain, knocking me back onto the dirty pavement.

What a great way to die, in a back alley with my dick hanging out. Not how I wanted to make top story in the news. Then the light of my life went out with a sputter, and a sharp stab of darkness followed. No question about it. I was on my way to Hell.