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Kraken
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It was more than a craving for a salty beverage that ached her taste buds. Intoxication brewed in the night air, and she sensed it. As she prowled through the Quarters, rays of neon lights lit her path, reflecting off her costume jewelry and woven clutch bag. The scent of bum urine and reeking stale beer, mucked allies, and the cheap Jennifer Lopez perfume, that smell like roach spray, she'd spattered on her neck prior to this hunt for quench hung heavy in the air.
She sees a drunk stumbling down a back alley. Her vagina recoils that signaled her sensations that this self-wounded prey will do. But she paused. Looked around inconspicuously. Then shadowed down that dark smelly lane along his route.
"Excuse me, sir!" she shouts to him. "Can you please help me with something?" He stops, faltering off balance as he swings around. A smile raises on his blushed red face amidst rough skin. He scans her from head to high heels. Regards the blue jean mini skirt and ruffled cotton tube top leaving her belly bare. When she reached him, she paused again. Turned her attention toward the street she whence - making sure no other eyes were watching. She could hear a hubbub of people laughing and chattering from behind the wall to her left.
"Well hey there, sexy mama, how are you doing?" He greets her with energy though his grin wasn't so appealing to see upfront due to the rotten teeth and bottoms missing. Her eyes sweep down to his crotch then back to his eyes. Her lips purse then smacks as if exercising. She repeats this several times. With just a pivot of her foot, she could walk back into a safe zone but the thirst of lust persuaded her to stay. She takes a deep breath and slowly exhales.
"I'm gonna suck your dick. Do not touch my head. Do not even touch me! I'll pay you half upfront, half later," says as she lowers the band of her top down then draws out a damp five-dollar bill from her bra and hands it to him. He's shocked but pleased nonetheless.
A strange woman wanting to suck my dick? Oh, fuck yeah! Easy score cheered him on. Immediately he begins to unfasten his pants but she interrupts.
"No!" Slaps his hand. "I'm gonna do it. And do not fucking touch me. Understand?" She reminds him. But as a double precaution, unzips her purse and draws out a 9MM handgun, and emphasizes, "Do not touch me." Points the gun at him but refrains her finger from the trigger. "Pow pow," she reenacts the sound a gun suppose to make. Confusion floods his face.
This bitch fucking crazy. He ponders to himself. "Okay, just put the gun back into your purse. This is crazy." He says.
But she repeats the gun effect continuing to aim at him, "Pow pow!"
"Here," he hands back the bill saying, "I don't like this. You need help or something, woman." Swiftly, she pushes the cold steel barrel into his chest while pushing him against the brick wall.
"I didn't want it to happen like this." She says then looks down at his groin. She removes the safety lock with her thumb with the same hand that's holding it. "Last warning. Do not touch me or I'll pow-pow." She kneels while gliding the gun down his stained shirt until its poking his stomach. Reaching her empty hand over, she begins unzipping his slacks then unsnaps the button along the waistband. She slides her hand underneath his boxers and draws out his limp dick and begins blowing him. She releases her hand around his penis then glides it down to her pussy and starts massaging it.
"If you stop pushing that gun into my stomach, perhaps I can get harder." The man says though only prompts the gun to be shoved deeper into his skin. Besides the noise of cars passing, people laughing and music blaring in the distance, and behind that wall; he can hear loudly the slushy suction she's composing. Like a person eating with its mouth open. A sloppy eater.
Five minutes later. She finishes him off - swallows every drop. Sucks her fingertips clean. Conceals the weapon back into her purse while ignoring the shocked drunk. She walks away. "Can I have your number?" What's your name?" He shouts.
She stops but doesn't turn. Instead, twists her head to the side and says in a deep dark brown voice, "My name's Lola." And from nowhere, as if emanating from the air itself, this song begins to play...
She sees a drunk stumbling down a back alley. Her vagina recoils that signaled her sensations that this self-wounded prey will do. But she paused. Looked around inconspicuously. Then shadowed down that dark smelly lane along his route.
"Excuse me, sir!" she shouts to him. "Can you please help me with something?" He stops, faltering off balance as he swings around. A smile raises on his blushed red face amidst rough skin. He scans her from head to high heels. Regards the blue jean mini skirt and ruffled cotton tube top leaving her belly bare. When she reached him, she paused again. Turned her attention toward the street she whence - making sure no other eyes were watching. She could hear a hubbub of people laughing and chattering from behind the wall to her left.
"Well hey there, sexy mama, how are you doing?" He greets her with energy though his grin wasn't so appealing to see upfront due to the rotten teeth and bottoms missing. Her eyes sweep down to his crotch then back to his eyes. Her lips purse then smacks as if exercising. She repeats this several times. With just a pivot of her foot, she could walk back into a safe zone but the thirst of lust persuaded her to stay. She takes a deep breath and slowly exhales.
"I'm gonna suck your dick. Do not touch my head. Do not even touch me! I'll pay you half upfront, half later," says as she lowers the band of her top down then draws out a damp five-dollar bill from her bra and hands it to him. He's shocked but pleased nonetheless.
A strange woman wanting to suck my dick? Oh, fuck yeah! Easy score cheered him on. Immediately he begins to unfasten his pants but she interrupts.
"No!" Slaps his hand. "I'm gonna do it. And do not fucking touch me. Understand?" She reminds him. But as a double precaution, unzips her purse and draws out a 9MM handgun, and emphasizes, "Do not touch me." Points the gun at him but refrains her finger from the trigger. "Pow pow," she reenacts the sound a gun suppose to make. Confusion floods his face.
This bitch fucking crazy. He ponders to himself. "Okay, just put the gun back into your purse. This is crazy." He says.
But she repeats the gun effect continuing to aim at him, "Pow pow!"
"Here," he hands back the bill saying, "I don't like this. You need help or something, woman." Swiftly, she pushes the cold steel barrel into his chest while pushing him against the brick wall.
"I didn't want it to happen like this." She says then looks down at his groin. She removes the safety lock with her thumb with the same hand that's holding it. "Last warning. Do not touch me or I'll pow-pow." She kneels while gliding the gun down his stained shirt until its poking his stomach. Reaching her empty hand over, she begins unzipping his slacks then unsnaps the button along the waistband. She slides her hand underneath his boxers and draws out his limp dick and begins blowing him. She releases her hand around his penis then glides it down to her pussy and starts massaging it.
"If you stop pushing that gun into my stomach, perhaps I can get harder." The man says though only prompts the gun to be shoved deeper into his skin. Besides the noise of cars passing, people laughing and music blaring in the distance, and behind that wall; he can hear loudly the slushy suction she's composing. Like a person eating with its mouth open. A sloppy eater.
Five minutes later. She finishes him off - swallows every drop. Sucks her fingertips clean. Conceals the weapon back into her purse while ignoring the shocked drunk. She walks away. "Can I have your number?" What's your name?" He shouts.
She stops but doesn't turn. Instead, twists her head to the side and says in a deep dark brown voice, "My name's Lola." And from nowhere, as if emanating from the air itself, this song begins to play...
