Page 2 of Seeds of Malice

I need a new plaything.

"Dax," she slurs, batting her eyes.

I take another hit and then hold the joint to her lips.

She inhales, then coughs, her eyes watering until her mascara smears black under her lids.

I study her, wishing I could feel what I once did when I looked at her, but I can't. She's washed up and overused, just like my toys when I was five.

She cups my cock and smirks. "Time to play, Dax."

My flaccid dick doesn't respond.

She squeezes it, and her grin widens. "Dax..."

It doesn't take much for me to lose my interest, and if I'm being honest, she went off my radar months ago. I question why I even let her step foot on my property.

"Baaaaby," she slurs.

I grab her hand and pull it out of my shorts. I move it away from my body, claiming, "Not interested."

She purrs, "Oh, sure you are."

"I'm not," I insist.

She bats her eyes, moves her hand back to my cock, and puts her hot pink lips closer while holding my stare and pouting. "I was going to do that thing you love."

"Don't be a fool, Dax. Let her give it to you," Bobby calls out, then drops Marcey's skirt, revealing her yellow thong and boney ass cheek.

I reach over and turn the music up. I'm tired of hearing Bobby fuck Marcey against my wall. The girl shrieks. I don't know how he can fuck her with that loud sound. It's the most annoying noise I've ever heard.

Cindy's wet tongue slides against my cock. I turn my attention back to her. She takes several licks and then coos, "What's wrong, baby? Something going on you want to talk about?"

As if I want to talk to her about anything. She's got a brain the size of an ant.

"We can talk," she offers.

Annoyed and wanting her to stop talking, I palm her head, push it to my cock, and demand, "Do your job and shut up."

She giggles, then sputters as I force my entire cock into her mouth. It's still not hard, but I'm big either way.

"Take it like I taught you," I seethe, pissed off she's here and that I'm not even able to get it up when her wet mouth's where it should be.

She chokes again, then recovers, working my cock like a pro, but I can't seem to get erect.

Several moments pass. More anger replaces my boredom. My cock's barely hard. I miss my days of a raging hard-on, and wonder if I'm aging faster than my twenty-one years. It's not right that a woman sucks on a man and it's not hard as shit, no matter who it is.

Fuck, I've got to get out of my head.

I'm bored and fucked-up.

Is that what this is?

Maybe I do have a problem.

Should I steal the old man's pills again?

I shouldn't need that shit. I'm twenty-one, for crying out loud.

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