Page 394 of S is for SEX

“Fuck, Beth, it’s Dough!” I whispered excitedly.

I rotated in the driver’s seat as Beth sat up straight. We both peered out the window as Asian midget number one directed Dough at gunpoint.

“Motha-fucka. You no riss-uhn. You no pay ahh-ten-shun. You dis-ree-spec Vee-ehht Read-ahh gang. Get on knees, motha-fucka,” he screamed as he waved the pistol at Dough.

The eleven others started screaming at Dough. Asian midget number one held his pistol in the air, and all of the others stopped screaming. Dough, slowly, got onto his knees.

Fuck this shit. I may be drunk, but nope. You’re not shooting my “D”. Not till I’m done with him.

“I can’t let this happen,” I said to Beth as opened the door and stepped outside the car. As soon as I did, I realized I was naked, covered in cum, and barefoot.

“Hey, you little prick!” I screamed from the car.

Asian midget number one turned and looked my direction. He said some illegible bullshit toward the eleven others and began walking in my direction.

“Ruht you say rit-tah girl?” he asked as he approached. He didn’t even take a second glance at my being naked. Stone faced he stood and waited for an answer.

This little eighty pound Asian asshole puts that gun down, I’ll beat his ass, fuck Dough, and be home before midnight.

“I called you a little prick,” I responded as I glanced up and down his four foot six frame.

Put the gun down, you little fuck. I’ll slap you and fuck you in the butt until your eyes open.

“Who you fuck think you ahhh?” he screeched, waving his gun in front of me.

I thought about what he said. This was exhausting. It took me about ten seconds after he spoke to try and decide for sure what it was that he said.

“I’m Christy fucking Cross,” I said as I stood.

His eyes actually opened. Both his little black eyebrows raised. He immediately lowered his pistol to his waist and spoke again.

“Ruht? Ruht you name?” he asked, leaning a little closer to me.

“Cross. Christy fucking Cross,” I answered proudly.

Remember it, you little Asian fuck. I’m beginning to not like you at all.

“You Clis-tee Closs?” he asked, emphasizing the word you, and butchering my name. It was as if he knew of me.

I raised my right hand, took my index finger, and slid it into my mouth. His eyes followed my finger like they were wired to it. Sucking the tip, I circled my tongue around the circumference of it. I licked and sucked until…Here we go…

I dropped my right hand, widened my stance a little, and slid my finger into my pussy up to my palm. He continued to look me in the face. I smiled, showing my teeth. With vigor, I forced it in and out about four times quickly before my eyes closed.

Eye roll. Oh. My. God.

Here it comes.

Yes, God, you know what’s up. Give it to me…

Leg shaker times two. Both legs shook uncontrollably.

“You got it, the one and only, Christy Cross,” I responded as I pulled my index finger out of my pussy, raised my right hand, and sucked my cum off of my finger.

He immediately turned and started screaming toward the crowd.

“Been vow trit eeeh bo vock. Vihn ahhn kahhn. Clis-tee Closs,” he said as he approached the crowd.

Holy shit, that was sobering. And weird.

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