Err this is my first attempt at writing from a guy’s point of view so go easy on me. This post was inspired by my awesome friend Jeff @alcoholheero Ur comments would be much appreciated
Thank you Reverend for coming, I always feel better after my sessions with you. George said to the elderly reverend who usually stopped by the prison every alternate days to talk to the prisoners on death row with the hope of saving a soul. The Reverend looked at him with a smile on his face and promised to see him same time next week and he left. George brought out a well worn book from under his pillow and scribbled in it for about five minutes before he tore his bed sheets tied them to form a noose and hung it on the bars of the window put the makeshift rope over his head and with a self satisfied smile let himself go. George’s body was moved to the morgue temporarily before it would be buried in an unmarked grave as he had no surviving relations. His cell was being cleared out by his favorite warden and he stumbled across the well worn book he always noticed George writing in. He opened it up and started to read.
My name is George; my father’s name is of no importance as I don’t have much memories of him except of him bashing my mother’s head in before raping her and then laughing in a wild way with a dazed look in his eyes. When I was about six, my mother got the courage to run away taking me with her and that was the last time I ever saw my dad. Living with my mother was easier. I never missed my father and my mother made sure of that as she constantly drummed it to my head that it was bad men who beat up ladies and my dad was a bad man. She made me promise I’d never be like him, made me promise to treat every lady like a queen. I’m sure she would be really heart broken when she sees me in the afterlife. My school days were far from normal, I was a great looking kid, good grades everyone wanted to be my friend especially the ladies but I was never interested in them. At a point the only friend I had then Dave would constantly ask me if I was gay I have to say I did consider it for a while until my first blow job experience with Estella. It was nice quite alright but I couldn’t understand the big fuss my classmates made out of it. There was nothing spectacular to it and I wasn’t really looking forward to a next time although I was relieved that I was turned on by a girl thereby cancelling out the fact that I could be gay not that I had a problem with gays but I just didn’t want to be gay.
When I turned sixteen I left the town I and my momma stayed still a virgin and In search of better pastures. I ended up working as a bartender in a bar that entertained a lot of the wrong crowd. Not being a bad looking guy, I got a lot of attention from the ladies and it was fun at the beginning until it just became downright boring. It was always the same customary act of kissing and exchange of saliva, before the inevitable blowjob then the humping and the grunting and voila ejaculation. I wanted more. I just didn’t know what it was but I wanted more. I decided to take a break from sex for a while thinking maybe it was the fact that I was getting it too easy that has taken the fun out of it. I got a call that my mum had passed on so I went back home 2years after leaving and buried her. I hurried back to my job immediately after the ceremony as there was nothing keeping me there. I came straight to my place of work and concentrated on straightening out everything that needed to be straightened and those that didn’t, all in a bid distract myself until Ashley walked in. She came into the bar with my boss who introduced her to me as one of his new girls and by girls i mean hooker. She was about 5ft6 had brown skin, brown eyes and the smallest lips ever and when she opened her mouth to say hello I felt a stir in my loins. Just like that I forgot about my mum’s death for a minute. All I could think about was her mouth on my cock. I was brought out of my trance to see a smirk on my boss’s face and he said she was off limits and if I wanted a piece of her ass I’d had have to pay like every other person. I laughed uneasily trying to conceal the fact that I was now sporting a raging hard on in my jeans.
Ashley knew I wanted her, she made it a custom to catch my eyes from across the room and whenever she was passing through she’d touch a part of me before smiling seductively and waltzing away making sure that I always had her on my mind. My lucky break came when my boss went out of town and I came in early to get things in order before we opened. I was engrossed in my work and didn’t hear her come in. I turned and saw her watching me. She was wearing the shortest skirt I had ever seen on a lady and she had no panties on. She just sat there watching me with her legs spread open knowing I could see her cunt and making no effort to cover it up. I walked slowly towards her, giving her time to reconsider closing her legs or bolting but she didn’t. I pulled her to me and lowered my lips on hers. She responded by putting her arms around my neck and pulling me closer. I moved my hands to her ass and squeezed gently, getting a moan out of her before I moved my hands to her breasts and began to knead them through her blouse until her nipples were erect and threatening to bore holes through the blouse.
Meanwhile my cock had grown to its full length and was really uncomfortable inside my shorts. I guided one of her hands to it and she freed my raging hard on from its restraints and gasped in shock at the sight of my large and erect cock hanging out. Ashley stared at it hungrily and grabbed it yanking me towards her. She touched it so lightly as if afraid of it before running her tongue over the length of my shaft and cupping my enormous balls with her hands. She slowly placed the head of my cock in her mouth began to suck on it and then bit by bit she began to take more and more of my cock inside until I could see the outline of my cock in her throat. Much to my disappointment it was the same feeling as with other girls. I hoped to find something new but it was no different. She sucked my dick in earnest and licked my balls too trying so hard to please me. In order to get it over with I tried to concentrate on cumming but I just couldn’t. After a while she stood up and got on d table, she hiked her skirt up and asked me to fuck her. I slid into her warm well fucked pussy and began to hump away. I was angry that I had wasted all that time fantasizing about screwing her and it turned to be just the same as the other girls and I started to fucked her roughly slamming in and out of her cunt making her whimper in pain and pleasure. I grabbed her breasts and squeezed, looking into her eyes as I wrecked havoc on her petite body.
I let my hands wander away from her breasts to other parts of her, watching her as she responded to my touch and moaning in sexual bliss as I pleasured her oblivious to the fact that I was not in any way enjoying any of this. I got so mad and unconsciously gripped her neck and began to squeeze. At first she thought it was part of the game (and it honestly was) cause she smiled and urged me on, bringing her hands to rub her clit as I was still burrowing my way in and out of her. I kept applying pressure till she was finding it hard to breathe. She tried to let me know but I wouldn’t stop I was finally beginning to enjoy myself; I didn’t want to stop now. I loved the feel of her struggling underneath me and I squeezed harder. I found myself getting even more aroused at the fleeting emotions across her face. I was in heaven, I felt powerful and in control this was the best sex ever. In that moment I got carried away and squeezed harder and she began to fight me I was about to cum. I couldn’t stop now so I began to bang her head on the table with my hands still holding her neck tightly. I could feel my dick about to explode and I kept hitting her head over and over and over until I released my seed inside her with such force that I collapsed on top of her breathing heavily.
After about a minute I thought it was strange that she wasn’t saying anything so I slid my flaccid member out of her and looked at her to see what was up and saw a puddle of blood on the top with Ashley’s eyes wide open with terror. Ashley was dead……