Tony Duncan pulled up in front of Kathy Phillip's apartment, the one called Mad-hatter Place, and parked his new car.
He tried to hide the worried look on his face, but he couldn't, Goddamn it. Kathy was acting real strange the past few days. Ever since the other day, Friday, when he left, she got really freaky.
Like she didn't want to get fucked when he got back at twelve-thirty, and felt the same way the next night. For Christ's sake, it was Monday night, at quarter to one in the morning, and from the sound of her voice on the phone, things wouldn't be so great either.
Damn it, but his hard-on was getting to be a pain. All weekend, he was walking around with a stiff dick in his pants, and no way to relieve it.
Which was very strange… Kathy loved his cock more than anything, grooved on every one of his nine inches… and yet, she just ignored his cock, like she had lock-jaw or something.
But he was just aching for her pussy, and all she kept saying was how tired she was, and that she didn't feel like it.
Well, tonight he was going to make her do some explaining, but good. That little cunt wasn't going to fuck around with him. Shit, if he wanted to, he could have gotten his rocks off with some other willing chick, one who would have appreciated his enormous sausage.
But no, Goddamn it, no, he wouldn't, couldn't do that kind of shit. He loved that chick, and wanted to understand her sudden change and personality.
Maybe she was working too hard, yeah, that could be it. After all, she was a physical therapist, and her job was pretty demanding. Sometimes, she even worked overtime if she thought she was onto something and couldn't seem to get enough hours in.
Well, he hoped that was it, and that she was still as horny for him as he was for her.
He went up to her apartment and knocked on the door. He waited for her to answer it. She didn't.
"Come on, Kathy, I know you're home!" he yelled.
No answer.
"Open this fucking door, or I swear to Christ, I'll break it down!"
"Tony, it's one in the morning for Christ sake! Everyone is sleeping!"
So the bitch WAS home!
"I gotta talk to you," he said.
"It's late, Tony. Wait until tomorrow…"
"If you don't open this fucking door…"
"All right, all right…"
A pause. Then the lock was pulled back and the door opened. Kathy was standing in the doorway, still dressed in her sexy blue jeans and tank top, with her tits filling it up nicely. She stared at him, exhaustedly.
"Did I wake you up?"
"What the hell do you think, you bastard?"
He looked at her. She has changed. And whatever the hell for, he was spooked. "Come on, we're going for a ride."
"A ride! You crazy son of a bitch, I'm not…"
"Get your ass going!" he yelled, and yanked her by the arm into the hallway, and closed her door. "I ain't asking for anything else, for Christ sake. And don't give me any of your shit!"
Silently, she followed him to his car. He was really pissed now. She never avoided him like this, never ran away from him. Before, she was always glad to see him, to treat him nice. Now, she was bitchy and her cunt was like canned tuna fish.
"Where are we going?" she asked him, her arms folded across her tits.
"For a ride," he told her. He started the engine and drove off.
She stayed quiet for most of the ride, stopping once or twice to ask him for a cigarette because hers were at home and he didn't give her any time to get them. She blew smoke at the windshield angrily, hoping he would turn the car around and head back.
Instead, he pulled into an abandoned park. Nobody was around. Hell, it was one-thirty. Who in their right mind would be wandering around in a park that time of night?
Normal people were in their homes, like they should be, fucking their brains out and falling asleep afterwards. But not them, they had to fight, and whatever the fuck for?
He pulled the keys out of the ignition. "Okay, baby, spill it. What the hell's bugging you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Listen, doll, I used to make your ass sizzle in the feathers. I was the only stud that got your whistle blowing."
"Oh, really!"
He stared at her. "So it's another guy I'm competing with!"
"I didn't say that."
"Don't give me that shit. It's got to be that. One guy isn't enough, so you have another cock on the side, right? Isn't that it, baby?"
"I think you're fucking out of your mind!"
He grabbed hold of her shoulders and pressed her tits against his chest. "I've had a hard-on for three days, and you haven't once been willing to fix it. I'm asking you now, babe, to do it."
"You really think I love to suck cock, don't you?" she sneered. "Well, you know what you can go do. And I promise not to look!"
He got really pissed. He put his hands in back of her head and pushed her down between his legs.
"You cunt! You're gonna suck it now, baby! You'll fix me up good!"
She felt her face pressing against the stiff joint that bulged out of his pants. It was a long, thick bulge. "Stop it, you asshole. I'm not going to blow you!"
"No dice, baby," he breathed heavily. "You've got no choice."
He kept holding her down, shoving her mouth onto his rigid crotch. And he wouldn't let her go until she licked it for him. The son of a bitch. All men were sons of bitches who wanted, wanted, wanted…
"Come on, baby," he told her. "I'll keep you down there until you do it. And I want your best, doll. You know what that means – if I don't get it, you'll have to keep doing it over and over until it's right."
She wasn't going to get home until she did it, so she might as well get to work.
Slowly, she unzipped his fly. She hated to do it, but it was the only way to shake him. Then she pulled out his prick and looked at it; the bastard was still huge. And that was all she was going to take out was his dick. No balls, or anything. She'd suck it through his zipper, but if he thought for one minute she was going to unbutton him and pull his pants down, he was nuts!
"Hurry, baby, hurry…" he panted.
His prick hairs were sticking out of his fly. Usually, she'd play with the rest of his crotch while she gave him a blow-job, but not tonight.
She slid her mouth on it and started to blow him.
"Uh, baby, you're still the greatest cock-suck." And so she went about doing it, licking his rod, kissing his balls and playing with them at the same time, sucking on the head, and caressing the stem of it. She'd put a little in her mouth, sucking it, then slip it out of her mouth, licking down the shaft. Then she'd put a little more in her mouth, and lick it down to the head. She'd keep putting more and more cock into her mouth until she thought she'd gag, but was careful to push it out just as quickly.
Tony was getting mad. "You're not doing it right, baby," he said. "What the fuck is wrong with you!" He reached for her head and held it down as she put some of his prick into her mouth. "You can suck it all the way…"
She clawed for his hands, trying to stop him. Shit, his cock was too damn big… she was choking, with all that meat in her mouth. But he kept pushing her head down on it. Farther and farther, she slid onto it.
"More, baby… you want more…" he groaned.
He was so Goddamn strong that she was no match. He kept pushing her head down on it and she was gagging and panting for breath… and now she couldn't breathe!
He was going to kill her, choke her to death with his nine-inch cock.
No, no, stop! Stop! He pressed down until his dick was shoved way deep into her throat. She wasn't Linda Lovelace, for God's sake, and she never attempted to put that much cock into her mouth.
"That's it, baby… that's the way I like it!" he moaned.
Tony, stop, I'm gagging… I can't breathe… I need air… damn it, but she couldn't speak, and all that prick was in her mouth and going in deeper and deeper and she couldn't take it any more.
Everything was getting black and dark, and the last thing she thought of before she lost consciousness was the movie, SHAFT.
It was an hour later when she woke up and Tony was leaning over her. She then realized her head was resting on his lap and that she had been out for a while.
"Really sorry that happened, baby," he said. "Just went out of my mind and freaked out. Didn't think I knocked you out with my prick!"
She sat up. "Take me home."
"Okay, okay," he said, turning on the engine and pulling out of the lot they were in. After a few minutes of being on the road, he said, "I really am sorry, honey, I…"
"You almost killed me!" she screamed.
He said nothing.
"Is that why you brought me there?" she asked, sarcastically.
He shook his head. "I've been worried about you, babe. You scare me sometimes, the way you act. I thought you got tired of me or something."
"I'm getting tired of doing things like that!"
"Like I said…"
"Oh, I don't want to hear it any more!" she snapped. Lighting a cigarette. Damn it, but her throat still hurt. She felt strangled for a few minutes. And to think if he had't stopped and noticed that she had passed out, she would have been a goner.
Tony tried smoking, too, but his eyes kept shifting from the road to her. "Honey… is there another guy?"
"Why do you ask?" she snapped.
"Well, I don't want to butt in on a good thing. If you and him are happy together in the sack, then I don't want to be in the way…"
"But you don't know if there is someone else, do you?" she said.
"I only asked so I could be sure," he said.
"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.