Blood, Sweat, and Fears...

Rikki was one of those chicks I had been jerking off to for years. I would have attempted to fuck her at some point but she was always fucking one of my friends, and always seemed very disinterested in me anyway, like I wasn’t man enough for her. Deep down inside I knew I wasn’t man enough to handle that anyway, I wasn’t ready for what she was throwing down yet… yet.
I knew she was a dirty ass fuck from all the stories I would hear, stories about her loving to be punched in the face and choked out and shit, real fist in the ass kind of stuff. I’ve always been attracted to the dark side of sex, and the fact that she loved to fuck scumbags turned me on even more. A good friend of mine told me that he had locked her in his closet for three days once with nothing but a rice hat to wear, he told me this while she was actually locked in his closet, when I ran into him at the strip club he was a DJ at. It was at that moment that I knew I wanted to fuck her.
I saw her a few times a week, we were both sober and hung out in the same circle of people. Monday night was the big meeting in West Hollywood, the meeting was annoying me so I went outside to smoke, I walked out the big brown doors of this log cabin type building to find her standing there just as annoyed. There she was at the bottom of the steps, almost like she knew I was coming out to talk to her.
She had on a tight brown backless shirt that gently hugged her huge fake tits, tied up in a bow around the tattoo on the back of her neck. Her ass was bouncing in this really cute Stevie Nicks type dress with some corked, platform fuck me heels. Her freshly manicured toes were poking out the ends just enough to make my foot fetished dick move a little in my dickies. Her long, shiny, black, hair feathered over big gold hoops in her ears. Her sleeved arms shadowed the sidewalk under the streetlights of Melrose as she shot me a look I had never gotten from her before. I’ve gotten that look many times… just not from her.
I didn’t really think too much about why I was getting the look from her, apparently my hair was greased back just right that night or some shit, who the fuck cared really. All I knew was that I had to seize this moment right away, or there was a good chance it would never happen again. When you are getting that look, the only thing that matters is not to fuck it up, which isn’t hard to do if you’re a guy like me. There is no chance of knowing if you have seconds, minutes, or hours to seal that deal, and unfortunately it’s the luck of the draw with what you choose to do… or not do, to get that girl naked and crying in your bed.
Looking back on it now, it really didn’t matter anyway. She had already made the decision that I was hers, could have been a month before she decided to make it known for all I know, all I knew was… it was happening. The only thing that would have changed it now was if I went back inside the meeting and started blowing a dude… actually now that I think about it, that wouldn’t have made a difference either. I was finally going to get to punch this crazy bitch in the face while I impaled her with my cock.
We got real close, but barely touched each other, nothing but real heavy flirting. She was circling me like a lioness closing in on a wounded doe. We exchanged numbers and left it at that for the night, something I rarely do these days. After a few days of texting back and forth, I was finally able to find a hole in her busy schedule. I remember the excitement I felt when she said she was on her way over, I was like a junky waiting for a bag of dope. I set it up so she could just walk through the door and come into my bedroom, strip down, and climb under the covers with me. As I lay there naked and rock hard, I could feel my heart beating in every area of my body, from my fingers to my toes. My mouth was dry even though I kept drinking water, my lungs felt short of breath, my head felt like I was on extacy as my face flushed red with excitement. The fear of cumming as soon as she walked through the door started running through my head… should I jerk off now? She’s on her fucking way! What if I cant get it up when she gets here??! I was a complete wreck, and had to keep my fucking cool… this girl was used to playing with the big boys and I was finally getting my shot. Even though I had slept with hundreds of girls by this time, I was entering a whole new level of darkness. My entire world was about to change. My dick was so hard and sensitive that the blanket might as well have been an untouched 18 year old pussy. Then, I heard her walk past my window towards the front door… I literally raised my hands in excitement as I lay under the glowing red light in my basement room. The door closes gently in the kitchen, as I hear those corked fuck me pumps slowly making there way over every white tile on that kitchen floor. Was it really taking twenty minutes for her to get from the front door to my room? No… but it sure as fuck felt like it. My bedroom door was open just a crack, as her fingers wrapped around the door and slowly pushed it open, the breeze coming from the kitchen window carried whatever scent she was wearing right into my face. I snorted her like sweet, pure, cocaine and smiled as she dropped her bag and denim jacket onto the floor. The moment had finally arrived. She slowly climbed into bed pulling back my comforter, exposing my entire naked body, immediately wrapping her tongue around the shaft of my cock. I sat up letting out a deep sigh as I pushed the back of her head onto me, forcing her all the way down till I felt it pierce the back of her throat. She gagged a little, and I felt her spit drip down past my balls into my ass, which she quickly licked up. I ripped her mouth from my cock, kissing her softly but grabbing the back of her hair until she squealed. I threw her onto her back and ripped off her jeans and her panties in one fail swoop. My mouth was watering as I grabbed a leg with each hang, and started running my tongue from her fake ass titties, down to her tight little babyshitter. I couldn’t believe how tight she was after banging all those gnarley dudes, I also couldn’t believe I had my mouth down on her like I did after she fucked so many of my gross ass friends. But it was hot and in the moment… I didn’t give a fuck. I broke free of anything I had ever held back from before and just let shit happen, and before I knew it she had tears running down her face as she just started cumming over, and over again.
After numerous orgasms and her mascara completely run off her face onto my sheets, I slowly entered her tight, soaking wet pussy. I could have sworn I felt blood trickling down my back from her nails, but I didn’t care. I just kept pushing harder and deeper. She cried more, and started shaking uncontrollably. I pulled out after a short time and shot my load all over her stomach, chest, and face. I sat back wiping the sweat from my face, feeling her juices from my hand coat over my lips. As I lay there licking my lips and trying to catch my breath, I could feel the bed vibrating from her legs… the fear of not being man enough was definitely gone.
No sooner did I crack my knuckles and light a cigarette, and she was gone. I flipped the soaking wet comforter over, turned on the tv, and fell asleep on a soaking wet pillow.