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Chapter Two

 

Part One

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I needed last night like I needed the girl from therapy. I slept so well. Going to the gym only burns off my excess energy. It doesn’t actually quench my thirst, sometimes the urge to mate is just too much for an animal like me. It consumes me, overwhelming all other desires, I can’t eat, I can’t sleep I just have this primal urge I have to fulfil like scratching an itch. I needed to have the right kind of connection with someone.

 

Last night I needed it so bad I fucked a junky whore. It seemed fitting that I used a junky to curb my own addiction. I let her stay the night so I go to check on her, make sure she didn’t OD. She is still asleep. I don’t want to wake her, dreams are a pleasant escape from reality. She has a peaceful look on her face, like an angel, it’s tragic to think how far she has fallen.

 

I return again in the evening to a different sight, she is awake this time, just laying on the bed still naked staring into space. I don’t think she even knows I locked her in. I lay on the bed next to her and just hold her. She stinks, covered in stale sweat from the night before and I doubt she showered before I met her.

 

She suddenly bursts into tears. “What’s wrong?” I say as I brush my fingers through her hair. “I don’t want to do this any more. I want to live in a house and sleep in a bed. I just want a normal life.” I kiss her on the cheek. “It’s OK.” She feels good in my arms, we lay there for a while until she sobs herself to sleep.

 

When she wakes up I see yet another side of her. “Hi. You got any more smack?”

“I think you’ve had enough.” I grumble as I run my fingers down her flank.

“Please I’ll do anything, I’ll suck your cock!” She doesn't even wait for me to say yes or no she just pounces on me.

 

She rolls me over off my side onto my back, pulls my trousers down off my ankles and drops them onto the floor. My boxer shorts soon follow suit. She clearly won’t take no for an answer so I remove my T-shirt. She takes control of my gear stick, opening her mouth wide she flops as much of it as she can into her mouth and starts to slowly suck on it like an ice lolly.

 

She’s clearly had a lot of practice and I soon rise to the occasion. Now rock hard she starts in earnest. She attempts to deep throat me, a squishing sound comes from the back of her mouth as she forces her self on me. She almost gags but manages to recover then pulls herself off me for a second and lets out a tiny belch as she catches her breath.

 

She spits a huge wet slippery glob of saliva onto my thick veiny member then gets strait back to work. Mmm that’s how I like it, wet and sloppy and nasty, she really does know how to please a man. Practice makes perfect I guess.

 

She soon sends me to the vinegar strokes but just as I’m about to blow her head off she stops to catch her breath. She gets back on it but again but she stops just as I’m about to cum. It feels like she’s trying to interrogate me rather than pleasure me now. “This isn’t working.” I moan and she stops sucking.

 

“What’s wrong baby?” She’s un-phased, she wants to earn her bounty. There’s a condom on the bed, I must have dropped it last night. In a matter of seconds she’s opened the wrapper with her teeth, pulled the rubber out with her tongue and rolled it down my shaft with her mouth. It was spectacular, I’ve never seen anyone do that before.

 

It’s nice not to be the one doing all the work every now and then I think to myself as straddles me. A huge grin on her face as she parts her lips with one hand and then eases me inside her with the other, a little moan escaping her dirty mouth. Again she’s a little drier than what I’m used to and I do prefer it soaking wet but it does make for a tighter fit.

 

She starts to bob up and down, gently massaging my knob-end for a little while until she gets a taste for it then she impales herself on my shaft right down to the balls, her lips touching my groin with a much louder, fuller moan. She sits there for a few seconds savouring the moment. “Hmm. I’m gonna to enjoy this.” I'm glad she's enjoying herself.

 

She leans forward, one hand on each of my shoulders, pinning me down. I wouldn’t want to escape such a predicament but the sentiment is very appealing. She rides me hard, almost as if she’s enjoying herself but I know what she really wants. I’m just another client to her, one that cuts out the middle man, all an addict ever wants is their next score, every other thought is just a fleeting moment.

 

She’s very talented, her breath gets lighter and shallower but much faster as she rolls her body like a snake slivering across a sand dune. I slap her buttocks and dig my fingers in, pulling her down towards me, forcing her to grind harder against my body as I push back. She moans again as if she just dipped her toes in the bath only to discover the water is much too hot.

 

She rubs herself against me as though she is masturbating with a pillow. Leaning down even further forward, resting on her elbows, her lips close to mine. Her breath stinks but it feels good inside her. I think she’s trying to kiss me but I can smell her filthy mouth as she breathes heavily over my face. I look away but thrust harder, bucking hard as she rides me like a cowgirl.

 

She really does have the moves and I soon cum but not as hard as I’d like, I could have achieved a similar amount of pleasure on my own with my hand, edging myself with some lubricant. I decide to give her another shot, following through for as long as I can but then I feel her shudder as if she is cumming.

 

It was rather strange being able to tell that a woman has cum not by any contractions or that she starts to drip or because her body has gone limp but by the sudden contrast between how dry she was during and how slick she feels afterwards. Now that she’s cum it feels incredible inside her, her wet lips gliding up and down my shaft much more easily but it lasts only a few seconds before she goes limp.

 

Her sudden improvement revitalises my own efforts and I take control of her body, ramming her down onto my groin as I fuck her like some sort of toy. I have a slight head rush as I cum for real, emptying what's left of my seed inside my new fuck doll. I wonder if she felt the same shudder I did when she came for me.

 

I put my left hand on her left shoulder grasping at her as she did to me when she tried to pin me down. I look into her eyes but she can’t keep eye contact. She tries to catch her breath. She’s all sweaty again. I draw my arm across my body, my cock hitting my abdomen with a wet slap as it ejects from her body and I slam her down on the bed next to me. I carefully remove the condom and tie a knot in it.

 

She lays down next to me for a few seconds then lays her hand on me. I feel ashamed of myself. “Don’t fucking touch me!” I snap. “Sorry, I’m not right in the head.” I put my arm around her. I want to hold her and make her feel safe. She doesn’t say a word. I know she’s a junky whore but that doesn’t mean she’s not a human being with feelings. I’ve hurt enough people in my time.

 

She slips out of my embrace. I know what’s coming next. “You got any more of that smack?” I knew the only reason she was there was because she wanted something from me but I’m disappointed. “I’m afraid that’s not part of the deal.” She says nothing just lays there in silence with a hand over her eyes and starts to cry. I get up and leave the room without any clothes on and lock the door behind me.

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