The dry spell has exhausted me mentally, physically and emotionally. I’ve had enough. Almost two years have passed since I’ve had action, and I can’t take it anymore. I find myself yelling at people in the traffic for small things and not being able to concentrate at work because all I can think about is bending a chick over the table and giving it to her hard from behind.
At this point, pretty much anybody will do. Seriously. I’m that desperate. Even a midget or a chick in a wheelchair. Come to think of it, a midget in a wheelchair would be the ultimate fetish. I can pick her up and bang her while standing up, with her arms and legs wrapped around me.
Yeah, that sounds good. Maybe I can also stretch her small anus. I wonder how a midget chick would scream. They must be wild in bed, man. Oooof. Her pussy must be tight as well. It’s just those short legs that kind of put me off. But still, I wouldn’t say no if the occasion arose.
Listen to me. I’m daydreaming about banging little people. Ugh, why not? My dick doesn’t discriminate.
I click on the pop-up advert of a dance musical festival happening this weekend. My lips curl and my eyes widen. Hell yeah. There’s bound to be some hot pussy there, looking to get rammed. Sounds like the perfect place for a horny bastard like me to get off.
I chuckle after booking a ticket. A lay seems imminent. Finally. After waiting so long to get some ass, I’m bound to pick up some drugged-up skank who’s going to cheat on a boyfriend. The quality of women that I get astounds me. It’s better than nothing.
For the next two days at work, all I can think about is going to the festival. Tasks are piling up on my table, but I delay them for Monday. After getting laid, I’ll be in a fantastic mood, so I should be able to easily finish the entire pile of work.
I love my job. The perks are great, and the boss promised me a raise in the next two months. That’ll go a long way towards me buying the new Chevrolet Corvette. When I get that car, the babes are going to be all over my dick.
The only drawback of my company is that there aren’t any hot women. Maybe it’s a good thing. I’d probably get fired for having an office romance or sexual harassment if I got really horny and couldn’t hold in my urges. Yeah, I can definitely see that happening.
On Saturday morning, I double-check my belongings to make sure that I have everything. Ticket, wallet, ID, car keys, condoms and phone—all there. Nice. I’m looking and feeling good. Today is the big day.
Screw that stupid bitch who dumped me after cheating on me two years ago. Stephanie, that dumb cow. I gave her everything, and I got pretty much nothing in return, except for whining, bitching, yelling and complaining. God, she was awful.
I close my eyes and rattle my head. Not gonna think about her. Today is all about good, positive vibes. I’m not going to attract anything bad today.
I open my eyes, exhale a deep breath and then smile.
I park my car in front of the stadium where the festival is held after paying twenty dollars for parking. Just great. What a way to take advantage of party-goers looking to have a good time but don’t have anywhere to park.
It’s fine, Warren. Don’t get upset. Minor setback. Once your stick is being polished, you’ll forget all about being ripped off. Hell, this parking ticket will be worth it if I bang the girl in my car. I chuckle. Sweet!
After waiting about an hour in the queue to reach the entrance, the security guard tells me that I had been waiting in the wrong line. He shows me where I should’ve been standing. I stare at him, ready to spew venom. Instead of potentially getting beaten up, I opt for an amicable parting by storming off like a little child.
Two and a half hours after I arrived, I finally walked into the stadium. Thank God. Good things come to those who wait. I know that a reward doesn’t come without a struggle, so everything up until now was minor setbacks to test me. I’m not going to fail. I’m a man on a mission, and I’m going to get what I want.
A hot blonde walks right in front of me. Her butt cheeks are fighting to pop out of her tight, denim shorts. Some of her ass is showing, but her butt seems set on being completely free. Ooof. She looks damn good.
A prick in a white vest, his chest popping out, smiles and then hugs her. He lifts her off the ground and spins her around. She screams while holding onto him tightly. Lucky bastard. If she did that to me, I’d be ready to stick it in right then and there. There would be no stopping me. Rock out with my cock out.
I look at her for a few more seconds, but I know it’s pointless. She’s not the one. I have to keep looking. There’s plenty of ass here that wants to be tapped. I just have to find it.
After buying water, I roam the grounds for potential candidates. There’s a hot Latina who’s just my type, but I lose her in the throng. She’s short, so me standing on my toes to spot her doesn’t work. I’m a bit disappointed because she had a great ass. I would’ve loved to have spanked it while giving it to her doggystyle.
Anyway, on to the next one.
She’s a redhead with tattoos on her back. Oh, man. She’s a wild one, no doubt. That girl will let me give it to her in her ass. I’m certain of it. And she’s alone. Probably looking for dick. Come to daddy.
I approach her from behind. She tilts her head to the right and then turns to look at me. Oh, God. Even her face is full of tattoos. My dick shrivels up. I can handle tattoos on the body, but I won’t be able to get that hideous image out of my head. There’s no way I can bang that. Yuk.
Sweat slides down my face. My head feels like it’s been under a hot lamp for hours. The scorching sun is beating down on me. I don’t know how much more of this excruciating heat I can take. I can keep going and eventually pass out from the heat or wait until the sun sets. By then, most of the girls will have hooked up with someone, and I’ll be left with blue balls. I have to find ass ASAP.
Let me keep going. Hope my luck turns around soon. I stop dead in my tracks.
There’s a big-tittied brunette in high heels standing next to the bar by herself. She’s at the corner of the bar, facing the people in the queue. Huh. No one’s approaching her. How come? They’re probably too intimidated by her. Man, I could definitely take that ride. The way she’s posing looks like she’s advertising herself.
“Hey, you,” I say, smiling.
“Hey yourself.”
“What you up to?”
“Nothing much. Just chilling.”
“Is that so?”
She smiles. “Yeah. And you, baby?”
“Looking for fun.”
Her smile broadens. “You are?”
I nod, smirking. “Yes, I am.”
“Why don’t we get something to drink and then take it from there?”
“Sounds great.”
After buying her several shooters, I see that she’s tipsy. Perfect. She keeps talking. This bitch doesn’t shut up. In the midst of her babbling, I crash my lips into hers. She grabs the back of my head and shoves her tongue into my mouth.
She suggests that we go somewhere more private. The only place I know nearby is my car. Great. I’m glad I didn’t park on the field that’s half a mile away.
In the car, I push the passenger seat back, and she sits on top of me after taking off her g-string and pulling up her dress. Man, I’m so hard. I can hardly wait to stick it in.
“You got a condom?” she asks.
I pull out my wallet, take out the condom and then chuck the wallet on the driver’s seat. She gets on her knees in front of the seat and then pulls down my shorts. She strokes my dick a few times to make me harder and then puts on the condom.
I recline the seat, and she sits on top of me and then sticks my dick into her pussy. I close my eyes and open my mouth as she rides me fast and hard. Oh, man. She’s a wild one. I can see she’s had plenty of experience.
I smack her ass several times. Her aggressive ride is making my balls tighter. I wanna cum so badly, but I don’t want this to be over so quickly.
“Wait, go slower,” I say.
“Why baby? Don’t you want me to make you cum?”
“I do, but I want the fun to continue.”
“Hey, we’re on a clock, baby?”
What the hell does she mean by that? Anyway, who cares? “Fine. Just carry on.”
She carries on riding me. Her big butt cheeks are slapping against my legs, making me even hornier. I’m turned on so much, probably, because I haven’t had it in a while.
Oh, crap. I’m gonna cum. I grit my teeth and grimace. She stops riding me. I assume that she knows I’m gonna cum.
She gets on her knees in front of the seat and then pulls off my condom. I twitch and groan as a long thread of cum shoots out of my dick and into her mouth. Several more threads follow. I moan as I empty out my balls. It feels so damn good to relieve myself after all this time.
I’m surprised to see her swallow. Woah. She really wanted me to have a great experience.
“Two hundred dollars, please,” she says.
“Sorry?”
“Two hundred. That’s half my rate. It’s four hundred at night, so be glad I gave you a discount.”
I frown. “You’re a prostitute?”
“Listen, asshole. Don’t play dumb with me. Give me my money.”
“I’m not playing dumb. I honestly didn’t know. That’s the truth.”
“I don’t care what you know or don’t know. I want my money.”
“I’m not paying you.”
“Then I’m calling the cops.”
“Call them. You’re the prostitute. I’m not your client. They’re gonna arrest you.”
She looks at me for some time, probably contemplating her options. “Fine. Get out of the car so I can get dressed.”
I find it strange that she doesn’t want me to see her put her g-string on. Maybe she needs more space.
I step out of the car and face my back to her so that she can feel privacy while getting dressed. I can’t believe I picked up a prostitute. Thank God I wore a condom. At least, she’s got some sense.
She gets out of the car, slams the door and then gives me a dirty look as she walks past me. I lean on the car and rub my forehead. I guess it could’ve been worse.
After everything that’s happened, I need a stiff drink. I lock the car and then head to the bar in the stadium. I stand at the corner of the bar so that I’m not in the way of the other customers queuing up. The barman is kind enough to run a tab for me so I don’t have to pay after every drink.
I’ve had quite a few drinks. Maybe it’s best that I call it a night. I don’t know how I’m going to drive in this state. Man, I’m out of it.
I ask for the bill. The barman places it in front of me. I’m shocked to see that it’s $320. I did order several premium vodkas and Red Bulls. There were also a few shooters.
I reach for my pocket and discover that my wallet isn’t there. I check all my other pockets, and it’s not there. Where the hell could it be?
Fortunately, I’m not completely smashed. I still have some sober brain cells, which help me remember that I chucked the wallet onto the driver’s seat.
“My wallet is in my car. Do you mind if I quickly get it?” I ask the bartender.
He looks at me dubiously and then hesitantly responds that I should make it quick.
I plod to my car. It took me a while to get there, but surprisingly, I didn’t fall. I unlock the car and check the driver’s seat. The wallet isn’t there. I check the glove compartment, under the seats, on the back seats, the boot and even under the rubber mats. It’s not there. Where the hell is my wallet?
I close my eyes, raise my chin and part my lips as I realise that the prozy took it. That damn bitch. That’s the reason she wanted me to get out of the car.
I bow my head and exhale a deep breath. What now? I close my eyes and rub my forehead. It’s not right for me to drive off. I have to pay my bar tab somehow.
I go back to the bar and explain to the barman that a woman I was with stole my wallet. He doesn’t look convinced of my story, but he sees that I’m determined to settle the bill.
“I can transfer the money into your personal account. You cover my bill and the money should reflect in your account by Monday,” I say.
“Okay.”
I take my phone out and see that it’s off. The battery is completely flat. Oh my goodness. Can anything else go wrong?
“I can’t do the transfer. But I can give you my phone as leverage. It’s a new model. Got it last month. This thing is worth, at least, a thousand bucks, even if you sell it second-hand.”
“How do I know that even works?”
I can’t prove that. I dunk my head, scratch the back of my head and blow out a long breath. Man, what do I do?
“Can you leave me your car keys?” he adds. “I’ll give them back to you when you bring me the money.”
I look at the stars. I can’t believe my luck. What choice do I have? I don’t even know how I’m getting back home.
He sticks out his palm as I dangle the keys in front of him before letting them drop into his hand.
With no money on me, I walk back home. It took me three and a half hours to get back home. I probably could’ve gotten home faster had I not been drunk.
Several hundred dollars, my driver’s license and two credit cards are gone. I quickly call the bank to cancel my cards. I’ll have to apply for a new license and cards.
The following day, I transfered the money into the bartender’s account and then call him. He doesn’t answer the entire day. He must’ve been sleeping.
On Monday morning, I have no other option but to take public transport to work. I look at the pile of tasks that I have to complete today, and all the energy from my body depletes.
My phone rings. “Hey, it’s Kyle, the barman from the festival.”
“Yes, hi.”
“I got your money. Thanks. You can come fetch your car now because I’m going out of town in a few hours.”
“I’m at work. Can’t you leave the keys somewhere?”
“I don’t know where. My neighbours are old, and they don’t want that responsibility. It’s best that you fetch them now.”
I take a taxi in peak traffic to his place and then collect my car. That’s two hours of work that I’ve missed.
At eight pm, I’m still at work, trying to complete the work that’s due. The boss knocks on my door and sees that I’m still busy. He doesn’t say a word before walking away. I know he’s disappointed.
The following day, I got in at five am to finish the load from yesterday. But ten am, I’m still busy with it.
My boss called me into his office and asked me why I didn’t complete the work. I tell him how my weekend panned out while leaving out the part about the prostitute. He’s disappointed with me and tells me that he’ll have to cancel the raise and then issues me a warning. Just great.
All I wanted was to get laid. I did, but it was quick and with a prostitute who stole my money, driver’s license and credit cards. In a way, she also made me walk back home for hours. Dumb bitch.
On top of that, I won’t be getting a raise, and I have to watch my steps for the next few months so that the warning wears out its novelty.
Was all the trouble worth the lay? Hell yeah. I’m a guy. I’ll go to the end of the world, lose everything and then walk back just for a good boink and a cum shot in some slut’s mouth.
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