“My name is fucking Tracy.” She retorts as she wipes my cum from her lip.
What the fuck ever.
“Zan.” Santos calls out. “Tuck your little white dick away and come check something out.”
“Fuck you.” I grin and get up from my seat.
Whatever pill Blaze gave me is working fast and the room begins to haze around the edges. I grab a beer from the fridge and follow Santos into the billiards room. There on one of the tables is a girl hogtied and Darius is plowing into her from behind.
“Holy fuck.” I chuckle.
“She consented.” Santos laughs and pulls out his switchblade. “I want to watch her bleed a bit, what do you think?”
He gets that wicked look in his eye and I know I’m in for a show.
I shrug and watch as he sets his beer down on the table and stands to the side of the chick. The noises she’s making sounds like enjoyment, so I lean against the wall and take a swig of my beer.
Santos runs the blunt side of his blade along her back, underneath her hogtied limbs, and then runs it down between her ass cheeks. Santos has an unhealthy obsession with blood and he loves to see it run from his victims or his sexual partners, it makes no fucking difference.
Darius doesn’t slow his thrusts, even though Santos’ blade comes close to his dick.
“Look at her pussy, Zan.” Santos says as the tip of the blade presses against her asshole. “Isn’t she pink and pretty?”
Darius slams in one more time and groans his release, the girl shudders and her screams are muffled by the gag in her mouth. Darius pulls out and grabs Santos’ beer, downing its contents in one fucking go.
“What’s up Zan?” He grins as his fucking dick flops around, still wet from the girl’s pussy.
“Nothin’ man, looks like you guys got this party started early.” I grin at him.
“That’s sweet pussy.” He thumbs over his shoulder.
I watch as Santos drops his pants and lines himself up to the girl’s entrance, his knife resting on her lower back. He eases himself inside and scoops up his knife. I know what comes next and I’m not much of a fan. I push off the wall just as Santos’ knife cuts into the girl’s lower back and Darius is right back there, both dipping into her blood with their fingers as the girl screams.
Not my thing.
I leave the room and stumble towards the back porch, my vision blurring. This is the fucking life, not having to watch flesh exchanges and crying bitches in your own front yard, that shit isn’t fun on any day.