This will be deleted soon - The Wrong Hope *Complete and Free*

35. Getting Lucky v

Guy

Year: 1983 1st of August, Monday, Almost Midnight, Summer.

Couldn’t tell if I was lucky or unlucky. Try to kill the b***h turns out I need her alive, try to f**k the b***h turns out she’s a pissing virgin. God damn I was horny. My d**k was practically leaping out of my pants for crying out loud. It was tempting to say to hell with it and just turn back and f**k her. A virgin Brice on the end of my c**k sounded like my kind of party but the fat stack I knew I could get from selling such a commodity was raining on my parade. I'd been royally pissed when I left her in the bed at the motel room, slamming the door so hard on my way out that I was surprised nothing broke.

The guy at the front desk looked like a creep, it was a fair bet that he would know where I could get myself some ‘ahem’ company. Christ I wouldn’t be shocked if he was running a little racket at this piece of s**t motel. He was definitely a user. I was flush enough with cash from my visit with the Enchantress that I could afford a few luxuries, especially as Sally-Anne was the gift that just kept giving. It was the same guy as when we had come in a few hours before. Hadn’t batted an eye at me carrying an unconscious young girl, a girl that looked rough and underage, so I doubted he would be anything but obliging. A few quick words and a number of Bennys later I had a line and a room number.

The room was at the far end of the motel so I took time to enjoy a much needed cigarette. Between puffs I took a soothing mouthful of whisky. I was at war with my nature. I had money, a tasty chunk. I had a Vampire as my personal b***h. I had one heck of a legacy of a f*****g vault. I was really deliriously happy with this outcome. Such riches all acquired from trusting my intuition. My gut was telling me to wait, to milk the stupid blood sucker for everything she has but my patience was struggling to strech that far.

Outside the room I’d been sent to I checked my watch and tossed the end of my cigarette. Midnight. I had a lot to do before dawn but this was pretty damn important. If I didn’t sort out my aching c**k I would wind up doing something I regretted. Well, I doubt I’d regret it at the time. I’d heard f*****g a Vamp was ectasy, that was if you could finish before they drank you dry.

Without knocking I opened room 348, strolling in like I owned the place. If you thought about it I kinda did. For the duration of the transaction it was mine.

The hooker was on the bed. Already naked. She looked a little pissed that I’d stepped right in but she quickly rearranged her features replacing the look of annoyance with what I supposed she thought was a coy sexy look. I thought she looked stupid.

Before going any further I took a moment to check out the goods. She was a bit thin for my liking. Not a lot to grab. Dry frizzy hair with a bad dye job, currently a flat black. Her face had that tell tale hollow look with thin lips and sunken eyes. Way too much slap as well though I supposed she needed it. I could see the tracks up her arm. No way this b***h was clean in any sense. Normally I’d turn heel when faced with a dirty w***e but I didn’t have to worry about any ailments anymore. This f**k-hole could have the plague and it wouldn’t matter, just a little lick of Doll’s blood and I’d be right as rain.

“Dan.” I announced myself, giving the fake name I’d given the checking clerk, same as the one on my fake ID.

“Candy.” She replied, batting her eyelashes. “I’m all yours big boy.” Her smile was bright but it didn’t reach her eyes. Boy was I going to fill up those eyes but not with smiles. She got off the bed and sauntered over to me. I could see all her ribs. Never mind. I came to get in the pool not look at it. Candy started peeling off my jacket and rubbing her naked body against me. I stopped her.

“What’s the deal here?” I looked down on her. Dunno if it was her shampoo or what but she smelt good. That was something.

“Whatever you want Dan, I’m at your mercy.” She said playfully, smoothing her hands over my chest. I raised a serious eyebrow at her. Stupid slut had no idea what she was saying.

“Why? You into something kinky Dan?” She asked when I didn’t move.

“You could say that.” I smirked.

“Pay enough, you can have whatever you want.” Candy told me with false confidence. Well that would do me. I pulled out my wallet and flashed two hundred dollar bills in her face. Her wide eyes told me that would get me whatever I wanted. I’d paid the clerk to f**k her but there were certain expectaitions that came with the basic package. I wanted to take those expectations off the board.

“Is that enough for whatever I want? Whore.” I whispered, caressing her face with the bills. There was a flash in her eyes. She didn’t like being called ‘w***e’ but she took the money and looked me in the eyes.

“Whatever.” She agreed with a nod before turning to go stash the money. I put my wallet away and took off my jacket draping it on the arm of the chair near the door, along with the whisky, far from her wandering hands. Then I locked the door.

I sat on the bed, knees apart and beckoned for her to come kneel between them. Candy grabbed a pillow for her knees but I shook my head. Begrudgingly she dropped the pillow and put her thin knees on the hard dirty floor. She brought her hands to my crotch and started undoing my pants. I groaned when her long fingers wrapped around my Johnson. It pulsed and began to stiffen as Candy pulled it out, her chipped red nails gently grazing my flesh.

I put my hand over hers showing what I wanted. As Candy brought my d**k to full attention I pulled the wrap out of my jeans pocket. Unfolding one corner I dipped my finger in and hovered my coated finger in front of Candy’s painted lips. Her brown eyes looked hungry as she parted her lips and I rubbed the powder on her gum. I gave it a second to sink in before I grabbed her hair and roughly ripped her head to one side. She squealed in pain and surprise but carried on rubbing my c**k.

“Good w***e, hold still.” I whispered, tipping the coke across her thin shoulder. I dipped my head and sniffed the rough line. Enjoying her pleasant scent as I snuffled it up. Good God that was the s**t. I threw my head back taking a deep breath, riding the high. I felt alive. Using the hand that was still tangled in Candy’s hair I pulled her head forward till I felt her wet mouth on my raging boner.

I moaned as she swirled her tongue and took me deeper in her mouth. I let her have control for a few minutes. The pleasure was building with the wet heat of her mouth and I was struggling not to lift my hips. With firm fingers I grasped the back of her head and slammed her face into my crotch.

“Fuck.” I gasped, feeling her lips round the base of my shaft. The deep heat of her throat was intoxicating and the way her throat clenched around the head as she gagged on my length made me want to pump seed right down her throat. Give the b***h something else to choke on. My free hand went to her throat and I cupped it, feeling the fullness before pressing up. She squirmed under the added pressure and I reveled in it. I let go with both hands letting her pull away so she could cough and splutter. Her eyes were watering as she gasped to catch her breath. It was only brief but I’m sure it felt like forever for Candy.

She wasn’t done coughing but I didn’t care. This was my time. Grabbing her under the arm I yanked her up and pushed her face down, half on the bed. Her feet were on the floor and her chest against the sheet covered mattress. I rubbed myself between her legs spreading the wet across her cunt. It sounded like she tried to tell me to wait as she reached desperately for the bedside table draw. Her fingers curled around the edge prying it open. I glanced at all the packets of rubbers before slamming it shut. I leant down pressing my weight against her and whispered in her ear.

“We agreed on ‘whatever’.” I sneered. She whimpered but stopped struggling. I nipped her neck.

“Good whore.” I patted her head patronisingly before pulling myself off her. I spat on my hand and added the fluid to my pulsing Johnson. Nothing like a smooth ride. I plunged all the way in and she yelped. With my hands tight on her hips I crushed her p***y right up to my groin. My full length, thick and hot inside her. She was crying a little now. This was the crying I liked. Not heart strings and sympathy tears.

I gave her a little space, a small reprieve because she was being so good. Candy took a deep breath steadying herself and then I began to move thrusting with a leisurely pace.

“Beg, I want to hear you beg whore.” I sucked my thumb and rubbed it over the pucker between her cheeks.

“Please Dan, f**k me. You're so hard.” It sounded automated like stuff she said to all the limpdick customers she took on this crappy motel bed.

“No.” I pushed with my thumb and she gasped. “That’s not right you pathetic slut. I know you don’t mean it. I want to hear you beg.” My thumb slid all the way in her ass. I hooked it round that tight ring of muscle and pulled. “Beg me to stop. I’ll know you mean it.” I laughed.

“P-Please, please Dan stop, you're hurting me.” Her voice bounced as I slapped into her swollen slit.

“OH, God.” I groaned. “That’s it you filthy piece of shit.” I pinched her side making her cry out and picked up the pace.

“I-i don’t want to anymore. Stop. Stop, make it stop.” Candy sobbed as I pounded into her. I could feel the edge nearing but I wasn’t ready to let go. I hadn't had my fill and I was going to get every cents worth so I stopped.

“Lie on the bed.” I demanded pulling out. Candy scrambled up and on to her back. Taking a little break I grabbed my whisky from where I’d set it down next to my jacket. I took a good glug and offered the bottle to Candy. Round three was coming and she was going to need it.

"Thanks." She drank deeply before passing it back. I put it on the floor next to the bed and climbed between her legs.

"You ready?" I grinned. I was definitely enjoying this more than I thought I would.

Candy nodded.

"Ah s**t Candy, don't spoil it." I stroked her face and she looked confused. "You’re supposed to tell me you don't want to remember? You're supposed to beg me not to. You've been such a good little actress, lay it on a bit thicker." I grabbed her chin. "Fight me a little if you want, if I have a really good time I'll lay down some more green." Her brown eyes went bright then serious. I definitely had her attention.

I moved in and she moved away. God damn, f**k yes Candy! This was the game I wanted to play.

"Don't f*****g touch me!" Candy snipped. I grabbed for her and she put her foot on my abdomen pushing me away. "Get away from me! I hate you."

"Come on you piece of s**t, you know you want it." I gripped her leg and yanked Candy forward. She made a whooping noise as I slid her down.

"No!" She pretty much screamed at the top of her lungs beating her hands against my chest. I struggled to grasp her arms as Candy pulled at my shirt and kicked at my legs. God she was fighting me quite hard and holy f**k did I like it. Finally I got her pinned.

"You're going to pay for that you disgusting skank." I dug my fingers into her pinned arms. "I'm going to f**k you so hard it will feel like I'm ripping you a new hole and after your going to say 'thank you' like a good little whore."

Shock and a little fear filled her eyes at my vehement words. I pushed her thighs with my jean clad knees keeping her arms pinned. My c**k was throbbing, desperate to force itself between her folds.

“Please don’t do it. I don’t want your filthy d**k in me.” She called out trying to thrash about. Oh Lord, I had a live one here. Quick as a flash I slapped her across her already flushed face, but not too hard - this was only play time aftall. More fear crept into her eyes as she couldn’t gauge the line I was walking.

“Don’t insult me. You’re nothing but a f**k-hole with pretty eyes.” I pulled her arms up over her head so I could pin her wrists with one hand. “You’re one dirty needle away from the grave. You should be grateful anyone wants to put anything in you.” She spat at me. My fire was roaring now. b***h had asked if I was ‘kinky’, she was about to find out just what kinda kink I had.

“You’re a monster.” She cringed thinking I would slap her again. Instead I snaked my hand between her legs and pinched, hard. Candy yelped in pain. I folded the fly of my jeans in on itself so the buttons were tucked away and put my head at her entrance. I eased in very slowly teasing myself and judging by the low moan from Candy teasing her too. Steadily I began moving in and out of her enjoying her genuine moans and the soft wet noises from her cunt.

“Are you enjoying yourself, slut?” I panted into her ear.

“Yeess, oh God er - N-nooo.” She said getting confused as her body was consumed. I shifted my weight making my thrusts deeper, her hips pushed up wanting more. Candy was greedy for me. I slammed into her core faster and harder. Her moans became louder and wilder as she lost herself in my rhythm. She was right on the edge, her whole body begging me for that sweet release.

“c*m for me you two-bit piece of s**t w***e!” I commanded with heavy breath and she did. Her eyes rolled, her back arched, her legs shook and her cunt clenched squeezing my length. I was so close to my own release but I resisted the urge to let go. As Candy finished panting and her eyes came back to me I put my hand around her throat and slowly began to increase the pressure. At first there was confusion in those lovely brown eyes, then there was concern. I pressed harder and when her eyes glistened with fear I knew she couldn’t breathe. I released her pinned hands and she flailed desperately. It was beautiful.

Candy tried in vain to release herself but she was no match for my weight and strength. All the while I pounded her split, driving myself to the very edge of my control. As I choked her I watched her eyes, looking for the moment that would make me come undone. A tear rolled down her cheek and my orgasm hit me hard. My abdomen clenched and my hips pumped on their own as I felt my hot seed spurt almost painfully out of me. I moved my hand to let a very red faced Candy breathe but I didn’t roll off her just yet. I pulled my c**k out just a little, the friction on my sensitive head making everything clench again. A final gush of thick liquid made its way out of me, completely emptying the tank.

Candy was coughing hard and I was invigorated and exhausted all at the same time. I rolled off her and put the whisky in her hands. Shaking, she eyed me fearfully and opened the bottle. I tucked myself back in, buttoned my pants and went to my jacket to retrieve my wallet. Back to Candy, I thumbed through the wad of bills. I’d promised her more if she was good and she had delivered. Ah f**k it, what was money for if not for s*x and drugs. I tossed the whole wallet between Candy’s still spread legs.

“Take what you want.” I told her but she was hesitant. “Go ahead Candy, you were a very good girl and I was a very bad man. Take what you think it was worth.” I grinned. I could hear her wheezing as she looked at the cash. I’d really done a number on her, a hand shaped bruise was already forming round her neck. My lack of patience was starting well up as she hovered over the wallet. I decided to give her a hand.

Candy jerked away when I reached for my wallet. I pulled the whole wad and put it in her hand. A mix of bills, there was about $700. I had more stuffed in my jacket so I could go about the rest of my business tonight without going back to my room. I was just fixing to leave when Candy made a rasping noise that sounded a lot like my fake name.

“What?” I looked at her confused, she hadn’t moved. Whisky in one hand, dollars in the other and my c*m dripping from between her still open legs.

“I-is it wrong that I liked that?” Her voice was husky and broken from being choked.

I flashed her a wicked smile and left feeling on top of the world.