Frank, the Predator
When I first laid eyes on her I knew she was trouble, but I wasn’t dead either. She looked nowhere near old enough to even be in this nasty-ass bar, but I wasn’t going to complain. The bleach-Blondie nymph, already staggering drunk, pranced her tight little ass in front of the fifty-year-old jukebox she had cranked up. Honestly, she looked a lot like that new movie star chick from those movie posters, little bits of dyed hair, and the palest completion I’d ever seen. Must be white makeup, ’cause if it weren’t then she’d burn in an instant if she ever saw the sun. But it worked with her stark blue lipstick.
It has been a long hard ride the last sixteen hours, and now that it was well past midnight, the waxing moon disappeared behind the hills making it quite dark out. Before I checked into a flea-bitten motel I needed a drink and figured there was at least a chance of getting lucky. The only place to do that in this shit-hole of a town was the dirtiest little dive bar. Going in, I expected to see most of the typical patrons. A few old men just waiting to die, a few winos who couldn’t see past their drinks, and one or two cheating divorcees who’d likely already fucked every other guy in the joint, grateful for anyone with a dick still willing to give them the time of day.
That’s usually what I got stuck with settling for, but at least those ugly older ladies were grateful for just the company and a hard pounding. I ended up with a free fuck, a bed for the night, and sometimes even breakfast before I rode off, never to see them again. If I lucked out there was sometimes a college co-ed getting stupid drunk with her friends. I’d wait for closing time before intervening. I’d step in, saying I couldn’t let them drive home drunk, offering them a ride on my hog, and that usually was enough. A few times I’d stepped in when one young dude got too handsy with them. Amazingly, I’d seemed like the hero when I stepped in. No one would even bat an eye when I led the dumb slut out to give her a ride home and to an even worse fate.
However it happened, most of them were so out of it that by the time we got to my motel room they passed out cold. I honestly found that worked better for me since most chicks got intimidated by my hefty trouser snake. Life isn’t like a porno, and anyone who tells you that a big dick is a blessing is a liar. I’ve had chicks freak out and run moments after I dropped my pants, but even with the ones that seem excited at first, they would usually beg for me to stop once I just got the head in, crying about how it hurts. At least drunk bitches are looser, even more so when they are dead to the world, letting me actually enjoy using their supple lithe bodies as a cum dumpster without all the whining and tears.
Anyway, today it seemed like I’d hit the jackpot. No other annoying snots around her to deal with, and she was already three sheets to the wind, badly singing tunes that were oldies before she’d been a twitch in her father’s balls. Now, I’m no spring chicken myself, but apparently, I had what none of the other drunk-ass deadbeats here had; enough balls to talk to the slut, and the need to empty them into a tight cunt like hers.
She never even noticed me as I came right up behind her, but that’s probably because she’d been playing the music so loud she wouldn’t have heard a gunshot. I swear, I could have probably just bent her over right then and there, and not a soul would have stopped me. Still, I had at least the common decency to take my private business somewhere at least out of sight. I didn’t need any more trouble than I wasn’t already about to earn.
“You look like you’re having fun,” I joked loudly over Sister Sledge’s ‘We Are Family’, breaking the ice gently to see how she wanted to play this. Even with my pants on, being a beefy guy like me makes people a bit intimidated. I’m several inches over six feet tall so the top of her head was below my chin, even with her huge heels. The massive size difference also meant that while I was pushing three hundred pounds she was probably only one hundred soaking wet.
“Oh?” she asked, sloshing her drink as she turned to face me, looking up excitedly as she stopped dancing. “Oh, I’m just starting to have fun, Sugar!” Her free hand was caressing my thigh while she ground the rest of her whole body against my stomach and crotch to the music. “And I bet we could have a whole lot more fun together,” she offered and I grinned, happily knowing this would at least start off easy now that we’d both put our cards on the table. I wanted her, she wanted me; all that was left was getting out of here to find someplace private where I could peel those Daisy Duke’s off her and keep her quiet until I was finished with her. If things went south I knew I’d likely have to put another few hours of riding in to cross the state line, but looking at her scrumptious petite body it’d be worth it.
“Give you a ride home?” I chuckled, already getting hard with excitement to see what this tiny trollop would think about getting split in half around me. I could already imagine all the screaming she’d be doing after I pulled over on a dark wooded road and pounded her into a tree. God, I couldn’t wait to wrap my hand around her throat to keep her quiet as I plowed her ‘till she broke.
“Sure, but first,” she waved for me to bend down to her level, “I just wanna use the little girl’s room.” She turned and took a step, then stopped and turned her head back to me. “Coming?” she smiled and started to skip to the corner of the bar where the restrooms were. I didn’t bother answering, just slowly followed her, ignoring the few pairs of eyes watching us. I felt like a panther stalking this oblivious little stray gazel, just waiting for it to get just a little further from the herd before I struck.
She went inside first, and the door was only just closing when my hand pushed against the unisex sign on the door, opening up to the tiny one-person restroom that clearly had seen better days. The floor and walls were all the same pale blue color tiles, but many were broken, showing the grungy grey mortar or sheetrock underneath, or just the inky blackness of holes into the interior walls. The lone toilet looked like itself might be dying of gangrene, and anyone brave enough to sit on it would probably contract something.
I found her rubbing a wet paper towel over the cloudy mirror in front of the smallest damn sink I’d ever seen, apparently going to fix her lipstick before I messed it all up, but all it did was steak up so badly that it was impossible to see anything in it. Crammed in next to the tiny sink she was leaning against was a disgusting urinal that looked like someone shit in it three years ago and no one ever bothered to clean it since. The only other thing that caught my attention was the condom dispenser, and it was probably the only serviceable piece of equipment in this entire dump.
Ignoring her, I walked over to the square metal case and gave it a hard slam down on the top right corner, happily surprised that my experiment worked. The whole front popped open in such a way that would have made the Fonz proud. I ignored all the silly gimmick rubbers of various colors and flavors; they never fit anyhow. I pulled out a black Magnum and slammed the case back closed, ready to check out my pretty little prey once more, appreciating her tiny ass wiggling about as she worked in vain to clean the mirror.
I reached for her waistband of those painted-on jean shorts and stuffed my fat fingers into her ass crack, making her titter comically. They were too tight to get off with just a pull, so I instead used them as a handle to pick her up, surprising her, but she went with it, putting her heels on the rim of the sink to get her ass up where I could reach it. She turned to smile at me, her face pressed up against the grimy streaked up mirror, keeping herself balanced with one hand on the neck of the urinal while unsnapping her shorts with the other.
Fuck! It was so nice to have a young slut like her being so helpful. Usually, I only got that from the older fat ugly chicks. I’m sure she regret offering herself so easily once I was ripping her open from the inside, but what the fuck did I care? Her zipper forced itself open with another good yank, and I rolled her shorts and red panties down her legs together to her knees, exposing her nicely trimmed slit.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips onto her snatch. I don’t know anyone who didn’t love the taste of a nice fresh cunt, but she was pure candy. I’d always tongue even the nasty ones for as long as I could stand, just to make sure they were as wet as possible to make them able to take as much of my cock as they could stand before I gave them even more. But this twat was actually as sweet as any I’d ever tasted and I just couldn’t get enough! I worked my tongue in her vag, then down to her clit as I pushed my nose up inside that gushing crack.
She shifted slightly, pulling one foot free of her bottoms so she could spread her legs open to give me room to eat her out, but that wasn’t all. I hadn’t expected it, but while I was having my fun tonguing her I suddenly felt hands reaching for my belt buckle. I pulled back and looked down, surprised to see that she’d be so flexible as to get her head and hands down there in this position. She’d bent right in half like some sort of pornographic circus performer, happily freeing my own equipment from my clothes.
Honestly, I was just happy she hadn’t puked on me yet, and while I loved her going for it, I was also worried she’d freak when my footlong sausage slapped her in the face. I attacked her clit and forced a dry thumb up puckered starfish, trying to get her off quickly, hoping she’d blackout. She laughed, enjoying it, but clearly had much more endurance than I had expected. Then I felt the cool air on my groin as she finished pulling down my underwear and my third leg snapped to attention, no longer being constrained by my clothing.
Thankfully she was one of those freaks that seemed delighted to see a challenge, and before I could even think about it, she fed the tip of it into her eager mouth. God, this was weird, her standing on the sink so I could munch her tangy clam while she was doubled over to return the favor, her head literally between her six-inch heels that hooked nicely over the sink to keep her in place. There aren’t many chicks who can blow me, and she was only doing okay at best, but it was nice, but before long I was ready to get on with the main event.
I pulled back, holding her ass firmly to lift her up. She must have been a cheerleader or a gymnast, because she went with it just fine, letting me lower and spin her about to face her and set her ass down on that sink instead. I then grabbed the square foil packet I’d pocketed and opened it up in front of her, letting her see I was at least acting as if I cared about being safe, but she just laughed.
“Ya don’t have to do that,” she teased, spreading her legs open wide as the room would allow, one leg going up against the wall for lack of room. Then she veed her fingers to invitingly spread her blushing pussy lips open. “I actually prefer my meat raw,” she dragged out the last word as if calling my manhood into question if I didn’t do as she wanted.
Part of me worried briefly that if this slut was willing to fuck me so quickly, she was probably the town slut, carrying who knows what kinds of STDs. Or maybe she had some game, like trying to get a baby-daddy on child support or make an ex jealous. I’ve fucked too many cheating whores to keep track of all the crazy reasons they had for hooking up with me, and I hadn’t a clue how many might be uselessly looking for me after they regretfully found my baby growing in them. All I could say was I didn’t care. Even the magnums were never quite large enough for me to fully enjoy it, and I’d been planning on ditching it anyways after I finally got her so out of it that she wouldn’t notice until it was too late.
“Sounds fine to me,” I chuckled, flipping it over my shoulder as I happily descended on my prey to finally feast on her tender inner flesh. I fisted my cock and she also helped feed it into her tight cunny hole.
“Fuck, yes, your so big and warm,” she groaned as I got the first inch inside. Now that she mentioned it, she was wet and welcoming, but the normal heat of her body was a lot lower than I was used to. Well, she was pretty thin and boney. Honestly, I think she very well must be the smallest girl I’d ever fucked, so I chalked it up to a lack of body mass and started helping her increase it by pushing more of me inside her.
“Fuck, you’re splitting me open!” she gasped, and I pulled on her ankles to keep her legs up and those dangerous heels from poking an eye out.
“Just you wait,” I growled, now with about half my length inside, I eased back just a bit to make her roll her eyes in pleasure as she clawed her nails at my heavy black leather vest, before pushing back in brutally hard.
“Fuck!” she howled, and I knew it was time to do something about that voicebox. Couldn’t have her suddenly get cold feet just as I was getting to the good part. I grabbed at one of her little tits playfully hard, then eased it up to her shoulder, and around the back of her neck, all while gently rocking so I didn’t blow her mind just yet. She never even suspected a thing as my strong fat thumb caressed her soft cold cheek, then down her chin. “Fuck yeah, fuck me,” she was moaning away until I finished my casual maneuver to finish bringing it across the front of her neck.
“Fuc…” she gasped quietly as I increased my grip and cut off the rest of her airflow completely. She didn’t even fight me as I did it. Some chicks are like that, get off on the lack of oxygen as they cum their dumb little brains out. I had my fair share of scratches and bites though if they still had some wits about them. Experience taught me that she’d be out cold in a few minutes. Hollywood always shows people tapping out in seconds, but that’s just silly. Anyone other than an asthmatic can hold their breath for at least a minute.
I started thrusting hard, enjoying the sensations as she tightened up super hard as she came, or started to freak out. It’s sometimes hard to tell the two apart as their limbs just start flailing about the same either way. Oddly she had a lot more fight in her than I expected, trying to push me away, but she was no match for me. Usually, a chick’s cheeks would start to turn blue if I held them too long, but she didn’t change at all, probably from all that makeup she was wearing, and it must have been put on heavy because it didn’t smear at all. Still, I could tell she wouldn’t last long, and I wanted to get my first load out while she could still feel it, so I just rutted hard and fast, nailing her ass into the sink until her wonderful little cunt did its job and squeezed one out of me.
Fuck, it’s been a while since I had a cum as good and hard as this. The ecstasy and joy in feeling my convulsing balls jettison what felt like a quart of semen into her tiny stuffed full womb was indescribable. A moment later my senses started to come back to me, but my mate had finally succumbed to a lack of air, her eyes limply looking down at nothing, and her arms dangling loose at her sides. I just huffed a smile, knowing I’d be too much for her.
I eased out of her gaping cunt, my jizz and a little blood leaking out all over the floor at my feet. Gently I eased her to the floor since she would have rag-dolled and hurt herself otherwise. Hopefully, she liked my spunk because she’d wake up with a face full of it where I left her. I could feel my inner workings switching over as my need to piss had taken a back seat to my sexual needs up until now, but with that need sated, my bladder warned me I needed to take care of it before I left the restroom. Seconds later it started to flow, the first tinkle hitting the seat I didn’t bother lifting. By the looks of it, no one ever did. With a sigh I let loose, watching as my long hot stream of golden piss loudly splashed into the bowl.
As I stood there, I wondered how long she would be out for. Five minutes, an hour, until morning? Would someone else come in and check on her after I left? Would they take their turn with the tramp or clean her up? Part of me wanted to joke, “Next,” as I left to encourage the few pitiful creeps in the joint to form a rape line to gang bang her until morning. She’s probably like that. It’d give a story to tell her grandchildren, how much of a slut she was in college. When I was done draining the weasel and fixing my pants I looked back, seeing her still sprawled out on the floor like a discarded toy doll and I realized something odd.
Now I’d left plenty of bitches passed out in beds, a few in restrooms like this one, and even once out on a remote woodland road so that when she came to she had a five-mile walk back to town. I still smile thinking about that shit walk of shame she must have done. With all of them, they still twitched and moved around a bit, most times coughed or wheezed in their stupor afterward, but this was different. This chick was just completely lifeless and still as a corpse. Shit, had she actually stopped breathing?
I stooped and stretched my hand down to her face, and I didn’t feel her breath. Starting to worry, I put two fingers on her neck. I never felt for someone’s pulse before, but I didn’t feel anything. I started sweating bullets then, my heart hanging faster than when I’d fucked her. Fucking shit! I didn’t want to, but I rolled her on her back gently and looked at her white face and bluish lips now smeared with cum down her cheek to her chin.
God damn fucking Hell! No way I was getting a murder charge for banging a skank like her. Kneeling over her, I used my jacket sleeve to wipe off at least some of my sperm from her lips, then bent over to kiss her, thinking I’d try blowing in some air, like on TV when someone does CPR. I had no idea if it would work, but I figured I had to try something, but I never expected it to work so well before I even started.
Just as our lips touched, something wet and slimy shot into my mouth. I tried to pull away, but then her hands boxed my head with an unexpected strength, keeping her cold lips locked on mine. Her tiny body flopped on top of me as reeled back, but then she wrapped her legs about me, and not in a sexy way either. I had no idea how such a tiny girl could even manage, but those little twig legs felt like they were going to snap my ribs, forcing the air from my lungs into her mouth as if she were stealing my very breath.
And the damnedest thing was, try as I might, I couldn’t push or pull her off of me. It was like we’d somehow switched positions and now I was the runty kid and she was the bully. Flashbacks of my wasted old man came rushing back in my brain, yet I just couldn’t comprehend how this little girl was overpowering me. My heart hammered as I had a full-blown panic attack, flailing for any attempt to free myself from her control, and failing miserably. Then, after what might have only been a few seconds, but felt like a lifetime, she pulled her head back from her kiss and looked down at me; I would have pissed myself if I hadn’t just emptied my bladder.
“You had your fun…” she teased, her tongue nimbly caressing two crazy long fangs that now extended from her top set of teeth, “but now it’s my turn!” Had I been able to make a sound, I’m sure I’d have screamed like a little girl as she violently plunged them into my neck and began to drink.
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