Sometimes I just feel like fucking. I don’t want to wait for the foreplay or the “warming things up” portion or anything. I just want to walk on a street, see a guy, grab him and go into a dark corner or alley or car and get my brains fucked out. It’s not very lady like, I know. But I don’t care. Sometimes I don’t feel like being treated like a lady.
Last night I was in one of those moods. I told my husband that I was going out, slinked into a leather mini, put on a sluttly halter top, a pair of heels, and of course some make up. I looked like a whore. A dirty filthy whore. When I looked in the mirror, I knew that I was in for some trouble, but hey… I figure might as well go and get it. The kind of guy that is going to want me like this is the same kind that will take it on some unwilling woman who will be traumatized. I might as well take her place, and like it more than him.
I drove down to a dive bar in the bad part of LA. I knew I would get something here. I parked the black BMW and locked it then made sure I heard the alarm sound and walked in. The place was dirty, it smelled like brewery and had the look that it never closed. Outside there were three bikes parked. Not nice bikes, but wanna be souped up rice rockets. The guys inside would cream for a nice Harley, but settled for the smaller crappier version out of ignorance. Thankfully I wasn’t looking for a brain surgeon.
I lit up a cigarette and surveyed the inside of the bar from the door. There was a smog like layer of smoke in the room and three pool tables that had enough guys playing around it to suit six. Behind that there was a long hallway that looked to lead to a bar and the dinner tables. Benches rather. I walked back, making sure to pass the boys playing pool and waited to hear them follow me.
Sure enough, in less than a minute down the hall I hear three loud sets of boots hitting the cement flooring. I smiled to myself and led them to the bar.
“Tequila!” I called to the bar tender over the loud voices.
I turned around and played like I was waiting for someone. I mean, I was, just not anyone in particular.
“Excuse me ma’am” came a husky and drunk voice from over my shoulder.
I turned and looked. There were three large white lumbering men standing there. They would do.
“Yes”
“Well, my friends and I were having a bet. I bet you were lost.”
“I know where I am and you lose. What did your friend think?” I cooed.
“He said you were here to get fucked.” He said as he placed his hand on my right knee. “Did he win?”
I smiled and replied, “I certainly didn’t come to a shithole like this for conversation.” And turned to drink my shot.
His hand moved up my thigh slowly, while his friends snickered. I could smell their breath from where I was. There was something about the whiskey and the smoke and the sweat that was perspiring from them, that was making me wet at the thought of them.
I touched his hand and spread my legs crack to give him the idea.
“So you think you boys can do something about it?”
The right then he came in with his burly and drunken self and kissed me in front of his friends. I opened my legs wider and he shoved his hands up my skirt. His thick hands quickly moved my thong to the side and he shoved his hand in me. His hands were thick and wide, but he solidly fit three in while his friends stood there snickering like high school boys and watched. I smiled at them as their friend shoved his hand deeper inside me. The thought of them watching made me wetter and wetter. I smiled again as I came all over the hand inside me. I couldn’t take it anymore.
I took his hand out of me and licked my juice off of his finger.
“Oh my god, she’s a little slut” one of the guys squealed.
“I can’t believe you just did that!!” the other one, who was obviously aroused snickered.
I looked at them as if you say, “What are you going to do about it?”
They obviously were too dumbstruck or drunk though to take the hint, so I hopped off the bar stool and told them to follow me. I led them out the back door to the barren parking lot behind the place and stood against the wall. The two boys who hadn’t had a turn bolted for me and like animals started to grab my breasts and ass over the clothes. They kissed my neck and bit my nipples. Slowly there in the open my clothes were slipping off and being pulled down and I was exposed enough for one of the other men to have their turn.
I closed my eyes for a second and felt their savage roaming of my body. Someone lifted up my leg, holding it, and stuck what must have been four fingers in my hole. My cunt was being pounded by someone’s hand and I was loving it. With his fingers he pounded me, as he chewed on my one exposed breast and muttering in between such profane and derogatory names. I let him go at me as I moaned for more.
