They say, “Boys will be boys.” As if that is an excuse for some sort of fucked up behavior. Fuck that shit. I was at a gas station and this chick was in tears talking on her phone. A young pretty thing, crying, my pussy started to get a little bit damp. I stopped pumping my gas so that I could hear the conversation. She was talking about how her boyfriend cheated on her, she walked in on them. Oh boo-fucking-hoo right? I almost started to laugh then I heard her say, “I would pay someone to kill that stupid motherfucker if I could.” I instantly perked up.
I finished pumping my gas then walked around the pump and tapped her on the shoulder. Now this girl was upset, so she was a bit bitchy to me until I said that I was sorry that she was cheated on. Sometimes you have to pretend to have empathy for a situation in order to get what you want. She told the person she would have to call them back. I told her to pull her car around in front of the store and I would go in and get her a drink and she could tell me what happened. I even gave her a hug which almost caused me to puke, but I was on a mission.
I brought her out a beer, she told me she wasn’t old enough to drink one. I laughed and told her I didn’t care and to drink the damn thing. We sat on the hood of her car and I explained that if she was serious, I could do the deed for her. I had to make sure she was pretty shit faced to agree to it, so I had to keep buying beer. She was a light weight when it came to drinking, so I actually didn’t have to buy that much. I told her to get back in her car and just sleep for a bit that everything would be alright. She thanked me, gave me ten bucks and I was happily on my way.
What a douche this guy was. He actually told me that he was going to cut my tits off. I was laughing so hard as I stepped up to him, he tried to back away, but I grabbed his jacket and yanked him back to me. I licked his lips and told him how much I was going to enjoy this. He tried to fight me, but again, douche guy with douche moves. I have seen dust bunnies float more violently across the floor. His fighting skills were just damn sad.
Before long that smart assed attitude of his was gone. He was panting beneath me, my full weight on his chest, his arms where extended over his head. He was begging now, said he was sorry. I asked him what it was that he was sorry for, he said everything. I rolled my eyes. I moved down to sit on his knees while I looked at his little cock. He was scared so his pathetic fuck stick was all tiny. I slapped it, and he gasped. What a pussy this guy was.
I asked him if he was still going to cut my tits off. He was crying, he managed to sob out a “No.” I smiled, then sliced into his sack, running the knife up between his two testies. He passed out. See, pussy through and through. I waited for him to wake back up then continued. He was screaming too much, it was actually getting on my nerves, I pulled off my jeans, and my panties then lowered myself down on his open mouth. The vibration of his screams against my cunt were simply delicious! After cutting the rest of his junk off, I shoved the knife up his ass and fucked him with it, his mouth was working my pussy so well. I came, turned around quickly then stuck the knife into his throat, stood up, and stomped on the top of the hilt. The sound was beautiful.
