I wanted something different, anyway. After awhile you get tired of all the goodie-goodie girls. You've prostituted the bitches to that point where you know the score on every one of them. You know their bullshit backward and forward. You know they lie, and that they're not worth a good damn in hell. You want something else to work on. Something to spice life a bit.
So I started prowling again. I drove here and there, eyeing the quail, figuring what they were worth, making a bet with myself how much it would take to make them; that is, money and time. How little would I have to spend before I got into their boxes and how soon could I make it? It was strictly a diversion while I worked up my big plan.
Let me tell you right now, and I know you know this already: it doesn't take long to make a cunt. It strictly depends on the situation. And as far as money is concerned, the same thing holds true. If the situation is right, you can be penniless; they'll fuck.
Situation; that's the all-important thing, and I was always trying to work out the right one. First, of course, it usually helps if you've known them awhile. Dig that. Awhile! Five minutes? Sometimes it doesn't take longer. But first, anyway, you bullshit about some stupid thing that's supposed to be of mutual interest. You talk about the weather or a movie or something in the news. And then you take it from there with a variety of ploys. It doesn't matter what you talk about; the road ahead is already clear once you've made that initial conversational breakthrough.
And you'd be surprised how many broads are dying to be talked to. You sit beside them in the bus, and they pretend to be busy with a book they're reading; and yet the minute you say something to them, they're more than happy to forget all about that book and concentrate on you. The same thing is true in libraries or in parks or wherever the chance exists to line them up. They're all willing and eager.
After that, it's situation again, pure and simple. Get them in a close spot, alone, nobody knowing what's happening, and they'll put out every time. It never fails. Oh, some of them hesitate, and they all make like they're cherries who've never seen a dick in their lives. But if you have a big yang waiting for them, they'll take it, trust me, if the situation is right.
I've taken them in every possible place, I guess; on beds, on floors, on chairs, against walls, in closets, in bathtubs, on roofs, in garages; you name it, I've knocked it off there. And it's the simplest thing in the world; and they never ask for anything.
That's another thing that people don't sometimes realize. A broad wants to be fucked first. Remember that. She leads you on as long as she can lead you on. If you're sucker enough to invest a small fortune just in order to get into her twat, she'll probably let you spend that fortune. But if you lay down terms early, she'll abide by them – providing that you come across with a steel yang. She wants to be fucked. That's the final answer to it all. And if you convince her early that you won't take shit off her and that you want into her snatch right then, she'll flop for you every time.
I met a chick in a real short dress one day. We were standing in a drugstore, looking at a book rack. I said, "What do girls wear such short dresses for?"
She looked at me. It threw her off-balance. I pursued her fast, saying, "It makes a guy excited. Did you know that?"
She started away from me. I followed her. "I'm excited about your legs right now," I said, "Did you know that?"
Now, you can see, that I was pressing my luck just about as far as it can go. People are picked up for molesting broads on less than that a lot of times. But I had something to show her that proved I could do what she wanted. And I followed her into an elevator that was in the same building, right outside the drugstore in the lobby.
Luckily we were alone. "Please get away from me," she said, making like she wanted to avoid me. Many a guy would quit at that point, and that would be the end of it. But I pushed my luck: all the way.
"Feel this," I said, the minute those doors closed. And I had my dick out before she could say a word. She just stared at it. "Feel it," I repeated. "Go ahead." And I knew I was taking the biggest chance in the world.
But it paid off. She did feel it. Believe it or not, she actually reached out and touched my dick. Oh she pretended that she was afraid, and if anybody ever had caught us in the act, she would have lied that I made her do it. But the point is, she felt my dick. And I moved in on her, then.
Within seconds, while that automatic elevator climbed to the highest floor, the button of which I had punched to insure a long ride, I had her skirt up, her pants down, and had my rod into a wet hot hole. Got that? She was wet and waiting already; Miss Sweet-Smelling Shit was right there, ready for the act. Bitch.
Well, of course I didn't finish the fuck by the time we had neared the top floor, so I threw on the stop button, and we hung on the cable between floors, and I went at her thoroughly. It was a nice fuck, standing up, and I creamed her vag but good. Afterwards she wanted to see me again, but I told her to go to hell. "You're a cunt," I said, "and there are plenty of cunts around. I never let myself get hung up on any one of them." And I shoved a thumb up her vag and pained hell out of her.
That was one. There were others. One method I use is the pick-up. Oh, I mentioned earlier that you don't get the goodie-goodie types on a pick-up with a car. They have to be smoothed on the street first, face-to-face; before they'll ride with you anywhere. But there's a whole slew of broads who stand on corners in crowded cities and thumb rides. Go after them, brother. They'll fuck or suck you just about every time.
Oh, sometimes they'll refuse; I don't deny that. But figure it this way: what have you got to lose for a few minutes of your time. If you wanted to pursue them, eventually – and not long, either – you could put the complete make on them. But when you're driving somewhere, a quick fuck is all you're interested in: if it doesn't show up with one, another will offer it to you. They're all over the place.
So I always say to them, "Baby, you've got a nice mouth." Or: "Sweetheart, your legs are beautiful." And before she has much time to answer it, I push the situation further, saying, "I'd like to do something with your mouth." Or: "legs". They get the message early.
Then it's a simple matter of saying, "Are you willing to suck?" Or: "fuck"? And we pull off the street somewhere and do the same.
Sometimes they want money for it. In fact, you'd be surprised how many cunts want money for it, especially among the hitch-hikers. They've been spoiled by guys who are willing to pay for it. I say this because, you see, the hitch-hiking broad is of a certain breed. She's been shown all the dirty pictures that guys carry with them in their cars to get broads like them hot. She's been told all the dirty stories to juice them. And she's been offered money for it. Above all, she's been offered money for it.
So she becomes a professional hitch-hiker, figuring she'll pick up a few bucks along the way, laying some guy who pays the freight. And she figures every guy that picks her up will do the same. But I always have news for them; we go somewhere, and I promise to pay, afterwards – then give them a thumb up their holes and tell them to scram. Can they bitch? To whom? They know what they've done, know also what they've asked for doing what they've done; so they keep their fucking mouths shut.
That's a laugh: fucking mouths. Many a time, trust me, they do just that: fuck with their mouths – or let you fuck their mouths. Those bitches will do anything. But what bitch won't? And every cunt is a bitch.
That's why I got myself ready for a big new show. Oh, I'm not talking about stag nights. I grew tired of them, and wanted a new diversion. And I also had some idea about what I wanted. So as I've said, I prowled the streets. And then one day I found my mark.
Oh, she was a pissy thing. You could see that in the minute you looked at her. I passed this swank apartment house, and there she was, all dolled up with a real short skirt and a big mink stole and she glared at me with that insolent look that rich broads have. I knew she wasn't worth shit, but her money made her think she was.
So you know what I did? I staked that place out. I checked the address, then decided to find out about Miss Big Shit. I went back the minute she was gone, and I asked the house manager who she was. I said I thought she was a movie star living there and was she So-and-So? He laughed, shook his head, thinking I was a real dope, but went ahead and told me who she was. It was perfect. I just had to go back and check the mailboxes in the patio outside and I knew exactly what her apartment number was. The next step was simple.
I appeared two days later, and rang her bell at the same time as on the day that I saw her leaving again; she went somewhere at the same time every morning, going away in a cab. I had an idea she was seeing somebody. So I went in with different clothes, a fake mustache and long sideburns, carried a toolbox and said I was supposed to fix her TV; and could I have the key to her apartment.
The house manager was suspicious, maybe, and he thought about the idea, but finally he gave me what I wanted. Then I took my tools to her pad, waited awhile and returned to "get more tools at my truck". No truck; no more tools. The house manager bit, went on with his other work, and I went for a duplicate key to be made at the nearest key-maker's. When I came back, I quit the job, took my tools, and left, giving the house manager back his key and thanking him cordially.
The next time I appeared, a few days later, I had a different get-up, one with a false nose and a wig, and I just walked past that nutty house manager as if I was a visitor to one of the pads in that building. And I went right to her apartment, knowing she wouldn't be home but wanting to accustom the house manager to my sight. Always I left before she returned until the day I decided to stick around when she came back.
I was in the closet in her bedroom, had myself tucked behind some boxes and clothes she had in there, and heard her return to the pad. Naturally she came into the bedroom, and I spotted her from a narrow opening I had set up for that purpose, eyed her undressing and liked everything I saw.
She was a haughty bitch even in the disrobing act, and she pissed me with her arrogance. Yet she was a beautiful thing, a bitch somewhere in her late twenties and with plenty of sex written all over her. She was the willowy blonde kind, the long-legged kind with a pair of big boobs, and everything about her spelled class. I wanted to take that twat and twist it and say, "You bitch, I've got you where the hair is short. Now, fuck!"
But I waited. I waited all the time, watching her peel away her clothes; first her blouse, a yellow thing with plenty of expensive frills; then her skirt, a mini piece that was expensive-looking, too; then a frilly yellow see-through bra that revealed big nipples; and finally yellow see-through nylon drawers which showed her terrific big blonde bush. That's all she wore, that bitch; and then she was out of a pair of gold heels, and was naked in front of me.
I had a rock in my pants that wouldn't stop. My gut ached. I felt juice piling up in my balls. I wanted to cream the universe. She was the wildest good thing I ever had seen. A beautiful fuck, I told myself, an absolutely magnificent fuck.
Then she left the room. She went across it and into a john on its far side. From my place in the closet, I could see her standing before a long mirror, and she was admiring herself, the bitch. She was fluffing her bush, and rubbing her tits, examining her nips, and then standing with her legs apart and throwing her cooz up for inspection. And finally she stepped away from the mirror and to a shower out-of-sight. I made up my mind to leave that closet.
But I didn't intend to fuck her in that shower. Crazy? Not necessarily. I didn't intend to fuck her at all in that place that day. Maybe I wanted to tease myself awhile longer. Or maybe I wanted to make her crawl the right way. In any case, I got the hell out of that place while she was showering, left the building, and planned to meet her the next day so that she could snub me.
That's right. I wanted her to snub me. I purposely planned to speak to her outside her building while she waited for the cab that would take her where she wanted to go. And I did just that.
She snubbed me, of course. She looked down her nose at me and made like I was dirt. I pretended to be abashed, groveled awhile, let myself be more abused, and finally got away from there.
The next day I repeated the act. "Why do you bother me so?" she haughtily raged. "Why don't you leave people alone?" And I groveled again and finally was chased away. I did it a third day, suffered the same consequences, and of course knew exactly what next would happen.
That was when I delivered a plaster cast model of my dick to her pad. You see, despite being rebuffed on those days, I still went to her bedroom and watched everything she did. I learned all there was to know about her habits, knew exactly what I have known about all cunts – that they love more than anything else to fuck – and proceeded on that assumption. And to enliven things I presented her with a plaster cast of my dick.
I placed it on her vanity before she returned, then situated myself in her closet and watched the fun. When she arrived, she went through the usual act of undressing and admiring herself. But this time, she also saw the plaster prick. I laughed to myself as I saw her eyes go big in surprise. Then a quizzical look took over, and she went close to it, probably wondering how it possibly could have gotten there. And she even audibly exclaimed, "How did…" but dropped her words and moved to that big white cock on her vanity.
She picked it up hesitantly. My balls were there, too, and she held it like you hold a pistol. Then she laid it in a palm of one hand, and it protruded far beyond it. She shook her head in a kind of silent amazement, and pursed her lips, then actually sighed. But next she did what I thought she would do, the bitch. Oh yes, she did what I thought she would do.
She took it to her twat. That's right. She was bare-ass, and she placed it at her twat. See what I'm talking about? The thought of how it got there wasn't as important as finding out how it felt at her cunt lips. So she spread her legs, thrust out her pussy at that mirror, and inserted the tip of the cock to her cunt's lips, teasing herself with my mock-up disk. Bitch.
You guessed what she did next, I'm sure. She shoved it in all the way. I could tell by the way she managed it, that she was already wet and waiting. And she had no trouble inserting that long pole to her twat. Oh, it didn't go all the way in; but she took it up her hole as far as it would go. She liked the idea, believe me, and a crazy little smile even crossed her lips as she half-closed her eyes and watched herself in that mirror.
Then she began fucking herself, moving my long rod up and down her cunt, arching herself so that, her head back, she could squint through shuttered eyes at what she did to herself. She loved watching it. And this was the same bitch who had given me the snubs all the time. Dig that! Miss Snob was loving my fake cock.
She couldn't stand it any more. She went onto the bed in front of the vanity, spread her legs, half sat up, and continued watching herself take that long yang into her wet vag. She began to pant, and soon she fell back on the bed, her feet still on the floor, and watched herself at a distance as she still fucked herself. Finally, she lifted her legs in the air, hooked her ankles as if to lock them around a guy dicking her, and began, eyes now closed, to take my dick wildly up her hole.
I realized it was time to make a move. Cautiously, so very quietly, I left that closet, determined to complete my revenge on that cunt. And soon I was right in front of her as she thrashed her twat with that plaster cock, and I had a duplicate to that prick, held it in my hand, and finally split her ankles apart, pulled her hand away with my false disk in it, and fell on her with the real McCoy.
She came out of her trance almost instantly. But I already was into her hot vag, smoothly driving the real thing at the roof of her cunt. She let out a scream and started beating me with her fists, but it was after the fact. I slapped her face back and forth, put a hand over her mouth, and gave her my rod solidly to her hole. Soon she shut up, stopped the resistance act, and went on with the business of being fucked. She never had it so good, and she knew it.
I rammed her savagely. I hated her guts, and I had purposely jacked off before leaving my pad that morning in order to run my rod in her till she screamed from the ecstasy and the agony of it all. I had whacked myself three times that morning, and had plenty of seed out of me. So there was little thought that she'd ever get to me with her pelvic grinds; I would sustain a fuck that would drive her insane.
Which I did. Soon she was screaming from the joy of it all – and I let her scream. I let her scream to high heaven, and I laughed all the time she yelled. I just kept plugging her, methodically, like a taskmaster, fucking her so that she went insane. Her clit was under the saw action of my dick, and she went berserk from the fuck. There was nothing in the world she could do but hump; she was caught on the fuck.
I rode her all the way down the line. She came, and came, and came again. She was exhausted from her comes. Soon she begged me not to fuck her anymore. But I continued. And she, being a broad, and a broad being a dumb bitch for cock anytime, kept taking my action, fucking herself to new comes, tyrannizing her own flesh with her gluttony for sexual achievement and fulfillment and all that shit. She went the limits, as far as she could go, and I knew I had reduced her from that position of snobbery. Yet I still wasn't done with her.
Hell no, it wasn't about to be over so soon. There was still more to come. You bet there was. When I finally came, after she had exploded eight times in a row and was crying for me to stop, I pulled my dick from her in a lightning stroke, climbed atop her body, straddled her face, and shot my load directly into her eyes. That's right. I didn't bother with her cunt or mouth; hell no; I went right after her eyes, and I blinded her with my come, spilling it solidly into her damned eyes.
But it still wasn't over. While she tried to fight me away, yet weakly did so because of her exhaustion, I smeared the come all over her face, using my dick as a brush, applying the creamy solution like a woman swabs her face with beauty oil. And I laughed as I creamed her so.
And I still wasn't done. Hell no. I began fucking her ears. My rod was solid despite my come, something I've trained myself long to have; and I began fucking her ears while she cried and frantically tried to get back her sight. She was too exhausted to make much of a fight, and I usually pounded her head when she tried; so I succeeded in coming in one of her ears, after a very long ride in which I repeatedly rammed my cock at her ears, first one and then the other, turning her head left and right as I needed to turn it. And I laughed while I shot my load down that ear. It was a beautiful thing to witness, trust me.
I still wasn't done with her, though. Hell no. I went back to fucking her with the plaster prick. But now I inserted it to her asshole and reamed her behind. She screamed from the pain, and I sent it in as far as it would go, and began an endless rhythm, just fucking, fucking, endlessly fucking. She kept screaming, and I kept fucking, and soon my rhythm got hold of her and she started turning her ass just the way she would if it was in her hole. She turned and rolled and humped and jabbed, all the time howling like a dog in heat. And I laughed as I screwed her to a series of new comes which left her more limp than ever.
Then I made her suck me off. She was too beaten to protest. I shoved her off the bed, watched her flop to the floor, picked her up and propped her at the side of the bed, straddled her face, locking my thighs around her neck, and made her suck me off. Naturally I could take forever before I came; and I kept her sucking me the whole time. It was beautiful. When I started to come, I jerked my dong from her mouth and shot new cream to her bleared eyes. She screamed again.
But I still wasn't done. Hell no. And this was the best part, something I've saved to tell you even now. This was the very best part – for, you see, I had brought some leather straps with me, and also a pair of walking canes. Do you get the picture? I hope so.
Yes; the next thing I did was to lift her broken body, wrap it in leather, and I tied it on nails that I quickly hammered against her closet doors. And then I got hold of one cane, and began walloping her. I walloped the shit out of her. I flailed her tits till they bled. I beat her body with a vengeance. I smashed her, left and right, then took the second cane to accompany the first and do a better job. I held one cane in each hand and bludgeoned the shit out of her.
And when she had fainted, simply dropped her head to her big boobs, and couldn't protest even with a whimper, I went between her legs with one cane, inserted it to her vag, and shoved it as far as it would go, ramming it up all the way in her vag, damned well trying to force it into her womb. And then I spread her cunt and inserted the other cane too, and I began a powerful bludgeoning up her vag, ramming at her uterus, determined to crush that bitch. Oh I gave it to her beautifully.
But I still wasn't done. No. I dropped her from those straps, let her fall straight to the floor. She toppled in a way that knocked her teeth on the head of the bed and I watched them chip. I laughed at that, then kicked her over onto her belly, spread her legs, and shoved the first of those two canes up her bunghole. Then I sent the second up, and I began fucking the shit out of her behind, shoving them just as far as I possibly could shove them. And when I was done I left her that way, two canes up her tail. And I got the hell out of there.
What a beautiful sight it would be, to see her waking up with two canes in her asshole. What an absolutely ravishing sight!