R-Rating

[JennyM]

OK you depraved bunch. I see that it has to be hardcore before it gets a response.

Well here goes:

THE HOOKER

“Hey, you looking for a good time?” the hooker watched the black truck sidle slowly on by. It stopped just past her. She walked over to it.
The window slid down halfway. She leaned in.
“How much?” he said.
“Twenty for oral, forty for straight, and sixty if you want kinky.”
“Get in.” he opened the door.
She climbed in. “So, what is it you want?” she asked.
“Let’s start with oral and we can go from there.” he said.
“Twenty bucks” she said.
He handed her the money.
She undid his zipper and started working.
He started driving. “Where’s a good spot to stop?” he asked.
She stopped what she was doing and said “Behind that ol’ dinner on 2nd street.”
He drove in the opposite direction.
Nearing the highway, he pulled onto a side street and stopped under the overpass.
It was nice and dark here. No one around.
He pushed her away from him.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“You’re a hooker, you’re supposed to be professional at this, and you can’t even get my dick up!” he said “I paid you good money, and I want some good service.”
She started feeling a little nervous. She looked around, and said “Hey, where are we? This is not 2nd street.”
“No,” he said “It’s not. Now get back to sucking that thing, and I want to feel it hard, I mean really hard!”
She started sucking and rubbing him again.
It wasn’t working. He was getting more and more enraged.
He grabbed her by the back of her head. Shoving her face into his crotch.
“I said I want to feel that thing hard. I ain’t feeling nothing yet.”
She pushed at his hands and tried to get her head up. She couldn’t breath.
He released the pressure on her head and she sprung up like a jack-in-the-box.
He struck her across the face.
“So you like it rough, hey?” she said.
He slapped her again.
Now he was getting hard. He could feel it grow.
He slapped her again.
“Stop it!” she said “I told you sixty for kinky!”
He slapped her a forth time. Then grabbed her and started tearing her clothes.
“No way, mother-fucker. You are not going to rape me!”
“Sorry bitch, but this is the only way I can get off.”
He covered her mouth with his hand. She tried to bite him, but couldn’t.
He was rapping her. The fucking bastard!
She tried to push him, he’s too heavy! She felt around her.
On the floor of the truck she found a knife.
She picked it up – but he was too quick for her. He grabbed her hand and got the knife out of it.
Holding it to her throat he said “You want me to cut you?”
“No… No, please. I have two small kids at home.”
“Well, I think I’m gonna cut you anyway. Just because you’re a bitch!”
He proceeded to run the knife down the side of her face. She was shaking her head slightly, pleading silently.
He got to her breast. He ran the tip of the knife around her nipple.
She was watching the knife.
He raised it up about a foot, and brought it smashing down.
She screamed. All six inches of the knife had penetrated her.
He pulled the knife out. Blood spurted everywhere.
Her eyes were huge now. Disbelieving.
He raised it again. Stab, stab, stab…
She was dead, blood everywhere.
He took his now very hard dick in his hand, and proceeded to masturbate.
“Yea,” he said to her lifeless body, “that was definitely worth twenty bucks.”

[last bad move]

jesus your good