(Short Story) Wanna Take My Mind Off It (R-18)
“Nother drink.” I called for a bartender, only to get no response. I look up from my shot glass, finding nobody there. Shit. Is it closing time? I sigh, taping the counter, when I hear some kind of chuckle from behind me. I look to my right to find a pretty funny sight. A girl with long black hair and a pretty face, wearing tight, torn jeans, and a tight ass t-shirt of a bunny head over a massive rack.
“Bud, they were closing half an hour ago. Hehehe.” She spoke as I focused in on those massive fucking things. Christ where does she get off with having things like that in public? Surely they count as a show of public indecency.
“I was distracted. Can’t say I’m in a great headspace.” I mumbled at this walking milk-factory.
“Think I didn’t notice? You’ve been pounding down shots since you got here.” She chuckles with difficulty. “Fuck I’m dry.”
“Same here. You need something?”
“Mmmm, company would work fine.” I smirked as she said it. Company you want, company you get, just don’t complain about the quality.
“Yeah, sure. Don’t plan on not loitering anytime soon.” It’s my turn to chuckle now.
“What an asshole you are.”
“Tell me somethin I don’t know.”
“Eh, least you got a good face.”
“Good where it counts, I’ll say that much.” I can’t help but smile as I said it.
“Definitely not.” She points at the ring on my finger.
“Mmm…”
“Oggling a girl's tits with something like that around your finger isn’t a good look.”
“It’s complicated.”
“So you’re not married.”
“Define married.”
“Total garbage. Vile asshole. Wife cucker.”
“JESUS NO I DON’T HAVE A WIFE!”
“See, easy.” She touches the ring. “So, what’s the ring for?”
“Promise I made with someone.”
“Hehehe, tell meeee.”
“Why are you a fuckin snoop?” She only giggles in response. “Promise I made to a family member before they passed.” I mumbled out before reaching over the counter, finding a bottle of something and pouring it in. “Don’t snitch.”
“Wouldn’t dream.” She zips her lips. “What was the promiseee~?”
“You’re starting to be a fuckin hassle, you know?”
“Aww, don’t be like that. I’d prefer you say charming~!”
“Make that sound again and I’m prone to go feral.”
“Oh no, how awful!” She laughs. “Ah, good luck with that big boy. I ain’t giving the time of day to someone who could never meet my qualifications anyway.”
“Are you really judging the size of a cock you haven’t seen before?”
“You speak with the curtness of a man who’s shrimp has been stepped on far too many times. Forgive me, forgive me.”
“Yeah yeah.”
“I mean if I’m wrong, I’m wrong.”
“You are.”
“I am?’
“Yeah.”
“Prove it.” I take my shot, stop, look over at her. The face of a thousand cocky individuals, all distilled into a single face. I blink. – “Woah…” She gets close, staring too in depth at it. I start to groan.
“If you’re not gonna do anything just let me pull my pants back up-” “SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHut up.” He raises a hand at me as she begins touching it, giggling. “Twitch twitch.”
“Fuck off…”
“Damn you’re desperate. Hmmm, how fun, how fun.” She giggles again before wrapping her fingers around it. “Well, whatever.” She starts to move them up and down. Ugh, finally. I take a deep breath, placing my chin in my hand. “Aww, the pouty face is so unsuiting. You were acting so annoying before, where’s all the holier than thou-ness now?”
“I’m a little too mentally preoccupied for that.”
“Using the same excuse again.”
“Could you please just rub me off?”
“You’re so fuckin rude. No wonder you don’t have a wife.” She sighs, moving her thumb to the tip of my cock, starting to rub on the urethra. I feel my balls shiver. “Easy. How dare you be so rude and so easy. Pick a struggle, asshole.”
“God, how are you making getting a handjob tedious?” I let out a breath, before holding in a grunt. She seems to notice.
“How much do I gotta do to you to get some nice words out, huh? Tell meee.” She bends forward, and licks the head just a bit.
“M-maybe if you didn’t talk so f-fucking much~.” Damnit, it feels really good. This bitch is really gonna make me cum like this. No way. I grit my teeth.
“A-ahh.” That’s a weird noise. I look down and see her genuine surprise. “I-it got a bit bigger.”
“Y-yeah?”
“...fuck.” She clicks her tongue.
“D-don’t tell me you’re actually getting turned on now.”
“Bite me!” She sighs, before moving her thumb and placing her lips at the top. They were cold, but damn they were soft. When I felt that tongue of hers again, though, god that made it feel complete. I kept gritting my teeth, my hand on the bar forming a fist. She moved her lips down a bit, and it made my brain just a bit fuzzy. There we go~. My other hand went to the back of her head, pushing down till she moved her fingers. Once those were out of the way I took both hands and began properly fucking her mouth. I could hear the results of my dick hitting the back of her throat, and god it was hot. I kept going, my hips starting to move along with me. My grunting finally became audible as I could feel the exertion in my cock, the stimulation making my balls shake. I began thrusting harder, letting my length start to move down her throat. Aughh, I’m gonna start drooling. I can already feel her doing so, her spit dripping out her lips and down my sack to eventually hit the floor. The time seems to fly as seconds become incomprehensible, my brain only able to process how much I wanna cum already so I can bend this girl over the bar and plow her pussy till she’s overflowing. I get the feeling she’s starting to feel something similar, her hands grabbing my waist as she pulls her head deeper into my crotch, her tongue playing with the underside of my cock. I start to breathe fast as I finally release down her throat, holding her head against my crotch. F-fuckkk~! After a moment of her drinking down ever drop, I finally let her pull away, watching as she pants like a dog.
“Ha-ha-ha…more…” She mumbles with a smile. God she looks so hot like that. I pull her up, bending her over the bar, grabbing her jeans and panty string and pulling everything down before I desperately arrange my cock just right for me to push inside her. I can’t even lie, being careful never crossed my mind. I needed to pump my cock inside her, right this fucking instant. I could feel her hot walls around my wet-with-spit cock, squeezing as I pushed myself atop her, one of my hands slamming atop hers. She whimpered and purred as I thrust my hips against her ass hard and fast, desperate to reach as deep into her as I could. “Nngh~! That’s right! Faster! Fucking faster!” She was speaking nonsense, but hearing her having a good time made a smile form on my face.
“God, don’t be so demanding!” I moved as fast as I could without the potential of making any painful mistakes. Ngh, shit, I think I’m having fun. I feel a laugh start to escape my throat between my grunts and moans, and I may have been mistaken, but I swore I could hear the same from her. It continued just like that till I finally released, feeling my own cum dripping past my dick and onto the ground. I felt my body lose strength, my upper half falling next to hers as we both panted for breath. We both stayed just like that, gasping and tired, when I heard her begin to laugh once more.
“Don’t be so demanding he says.” She mumbles.
“Don’t look into it.” I mumbled back, my hand reaching out to touch her cheek.
“You’re just a prick no matter what huh?” She said it with such kindness it made my heart jolt.
“I-I don’t know.”
“Asshole doesn’t begin to cover it.” A new voice I don’t recognize comes from somewhere nearby. Standing at a door to what looks like an office, I see a professionally dressed man holding a gun.
“...shit.” One of us said it, fuck if I know who.
…
I woke up to the sight of a messy floor, clothes books and whatever miscellaneous things strewn across it. In fact, I was pretty certain the fabric against my cheek was that of a bra, but my head hurt too much for me to confirm.
“Are you awake?” I heard a familiar voice, mumbling from next to me. I could only offer a grunt. “Hold on.” After a moment, I feel her poke my cheek, and when I turn my head, I see her face, before she leans down and kisses me. Between our lips, I feel pills mixed with orange juice flood my mouth as I instinctively swallow. We don’t separate for a fair bit, her tongue dancing on mine, before she finally decides she’s done, leaving a saliva trail between us.
“Hah…cute.” I get out as she smiles down at me.
“My fault you feel that way.” She returns to her spot on the bed.
“It is?”
“Don’t remember?”
“I remember running from that nutjob with the gun, then…sorta all black after that.”
“Mmm. Well, my place was closer, so I let you spend the night. Long story short, I need a new bottle of vodka and my legs are shaky when I try to walk.”
“Uh Huh…wow.” I speak and watch in amazement as she says all that just to pull a cigarette out of a carton and light it, blowing smoke into the room.
“Good time though.”
“Good time…for sure.” I start to get up, whatever pills she gave me yet to kick in, when I notice I’m completely naked. Looking over, I see she is as well. In this mess…ugh. I lay back down.
“Staying for a little bit?”
“Don’t have anything to do today, and finding my clothes in your mess sounds like hell.”
“Fair enough.” I'm surprised as she snuggles next to me, placing her ashtray on my chest, as she lets out another cloud of smoke into the air. “Stay as long as you want.” She closes her eyes, looking so peaceful.
“I guess I will…” Making my decision, I look up at the ceiling, and let my consciousness fade to nothing for a little while.