The biggest part of my kick is making them *come*, the prey, making them buck like they never knew they could, flopping franticly like a fish out of water, shaking and twitching like they might never have another orgasm in their insignificant little lives, as they gyrate, my fat dick buried deep in their loins.The biggest part of my kick is making them *come*, the prey, making them buck like they never knew they could, flopping franticly like a fish out of water, shaking and twitching like they might never have another orgasm in their insignificant little lives, as they gyrate, my fat dick buried deep in their loins. The power, of making some punky little brat writhe in ecstasy while they twist on the spit of their own pride and drown in humiliation, making them KNOW in the pit of their groin and the base of their brain that pain = pleasure = pain, and I'm their fucking GOD, because I control it all, man, there's no bigger rush. So I sidled up to her, I was dressed real nice, conservative little blow-dry haircut, smelling sweet, looking like some college asshole, like I always do when I'm out jailbaiting. The kids that think they're tough get this idea I'll be an easy mark, and the stupid ones think I'm safer than the sleazier looking pimps who start salivating at the sight of fresh chicken. The pimps hassled me at first for muscling in on their turf, but since I started doing commission work for Nunzio's crowd, they leave me the hell alone. I don't know what happens to these kids after I deliver them to Nunz' and I like it that way. He's offered a couple times to let me in on a bigger piece of his scene, but I get my kicks and he pays me a couple bills or more for each kid I deliver, depending on how pretty they are to begin with and the condition I deliver them in. I try not to mark them up too bad, though a couple times I've gotten a little carried away. |