His fucking hands were so big! I had to have him as soon as I walked into the bar. He was with some other skank, but I’m the ultimate skank and she wasn’t dirty enough for him. I could tell. He called her a bitch a few times and she looked like she wanted to cry. Stupid cunt, doesn’t she know that are terms of endearment? I learned long ago that women who look like me should be used by men in what ever capacity they see fit to use us in.
I had just had some candy in the car so I was revved up and ready for anything. I went there looking for some pain slut fun, and if I could just get the idiot away from this huge guy I knew I would find it. Fucking is secondary to me, I just want the bruises, gashes, welts, because that’s what gets me off.
I stepped up to him and kissed him hard. I spit in his girl’s face and he laughed. I asked him, “Don’t you want to take out some frustration big man?” He smiled and called me a few names, I just smiled. He asked me if that pissed me off, I told him no, I like it. Then I pushed his hand onto my tits. His girl just sat and watched. I asked him if he would like to step outside and teach me a lesson for being such a whore. What do you know? He said, “FUCK YEAH!”
I’m not sure which punch made me pass out, but when I woke up by the dumpster I was sore. I made my way back to my car, drove home and looked at myself in the mirror. My pussy almost exploded! I looked like the garbage I am. I will have to go back to that bar again to see if I can be someone else’s punching bag hag for the night.
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