Chapter 24
Unlike the previous time, he did not get the best of the bitch that he had opted for. He could not conceal it but express it through his frowny face and parting with exactly the same amount of money that she had charged for the lukewarm quickie. He compared her less inspiring to the blowjob that he had received from Anable, let alone a pale shadow of what the colored girl had delivered. He neither enjoyed the drenching in her fat pussy nor got the same gratification he had gotten the last time that they had fucked. As his egocentrism often commanded him, he could not beat about the bush but express his feelings without any sense of inhibition.
"There gotta be something damn wrong today, you weren't at your wild best" he cunningly made his displeasure through.
"Ain't feeling very well darling but it could have been fire if all was in my real element" she tried to look for a lame scapegoat.
As much as she had been as dead as a dodo as far as her back, waist, and limps were concerned, her mouth had unleashed a great deal of seductive noise to escort him to ejaculation. He was not a novice as far as prostitutes were concerned to buy her true lie but he was also the kind of fellow who did not want to cause unnecessary drama over issues of such triviality, let alone make a meal over a matter involving paltry amounts of money as was then the case.
"Not all days are sunny indeed" he diplomatically called it quits.
As he walked out of her shared slaughter bedroom which branched from the main lounge of the brothel, he was greeted by a troop of 3-quarter naked sluts. To his utter amazement, another dude who was seated on the couch walked into the very same room soon after him. With his pill-boosted cock wanting more intimate pleasure, he could no help but hit straight on the head with one good slut from the look of the cover. He knew it very well that the saying, what you see is what you get was not applicable as far as sex was concerned, especially with ladies of such a rowdy magnitude. It was often a case of just getting to offload your passions without due consideration of the state of the pussies most of which were raptured beyond repair by relentless penetration of monster cocks. Most clever pussy fuckers preferred fucking in the morning when the sluts' body and vagina would still be in a better state but in some instances, it would be a case of different setting same results.
"Do you wanna fuck?" asked the bitch upon seeing that his looks were glued on her.
He could not reply but just follow her lead as she had already seen that his eyes were suggesting that they get on with it. He could not understand why the three gentlemen he had found in the lounge were not approaching something of the sluts who were vacant. It was not in his nature to bottle anything that pestered him and he had no choice but to her him about it.
"Are those guys after a fuck or something else?" he asked as he looked them with a talking eye.
"They are all waiting for the new girl, Ruth" she responded with a soft tone.
"She must be having a candy pussy, isn't it?" he jested as she slapped her attractive booty with excitement.
"People love new bitches, that was the very same case with most of us the old sex workers" she continued.
"Are you sure about that" he sarcastically inquired
Her claim held water but was not compulsory because he knew it pretty well that there were sluts who always got it going on up until they got old. The taste was always in the pudding for most men fall for shape, size, and drills. He was naturally suspicious and he liked to keep it that way always. His father's everlasting lectures always went along those lines and he had since experienced the benefits that emanated from thinking thrice before trusting an animal called a human being.
"I love the grip of your pussy" he registered his satisfaction as he slammed the slut via top fuck.
He opened her legs wider at the same time pressed them vigorously against the surface of the mattress as he hit it relentlessly. It had not been a long quickie in the other room. Despite receiving mediocre service, he had reached orgasm pretty fast as he summoned his innermost concentration to get the tired session over and done with. At this particular juncture, the slut endured his deep drill that was on the back of an artificial catalyst.
"You're hurting me" she remonstrated against his irrational thigh press owing to serious engrossment.
"Sorry baby" he responded as he fucked on.
he appreciated the manner in which she twerked, let alone spiced it up. trey was not the kind of person who would loosely settle for crumbs with virtually anything. He really enjoyed the delivery and wondered why she was giving credit to other sluts and not herself.
"You damn good, way better than the first one" he registered his gratification as he fucked her hard.
"You are too strong," she appreciated the vigor as he pushed his long cock in and out with a blistering pace.
He went for a good 20 minutes without reaching orgasm, neither was he looking as if he was about to get there or at all concerned about it which worried the slut who had overheard someone whom she knew would only come to the brothel exclusively for her pussy.
"Make it fast" she complained of the lengthy time taken.
If at all there was something that turned him off then it was getting a complaint of that nature. If it were not that she just said it once, he could have withdrawn from the encounter and slammed her with an indulgent attitude.
"Thanks a lot," he said as he left.
Had she not remonstrated against his long-play, he could have parted with more than her fee as his extravagant mannerisms provided. Notwithstanding, there was one positive takeaway she was made a good cast for his videography skits and had not left without her cellular number. With his Viceroy in the car, he was covered as regards an escape route should she question his elongated outing. Above all, his absence had also given her a chance to mend her own raptured pussy, let alone allowed her to get some satisfaction out of the frustration that Sam's wife ad pelted her with.