Leave the Car

A disappointed scoff escaped the brunette's mouth as she unbuckled my belt and slid down my trousers, a domineering bulge left to be found.

But despite her palpable reluctance she began to work on my raging 4-inch dick, her hand expertly moving up and down its manageable length.

With a nasty spit she lubed my cock, increasing her pace as I started to groan, closing my eyes in satisfaction.

The sounds of a rough handjob filled the dark alley at the edge of town, a neighborhood dominated by criminals and the low-life of society.

My head became dizzy from the carnal pleasure. Even though the technique could use some refining.

I was shocked how she could struggle even with my tiny prick. But the tongue just hit all the right points … which benefited her worth as a human.

Mere seconds passed until I felt my orgasm approaching, the endurance a joke compared to the beast my mother had become.

To stop the prostitute, I opened my eyes, ready to tell her to change positions.

Yet upon returning from my dreamworld laying in bed with Amber, I was greeted by the whore's brown piercing eyes … the expression tainted with our mutual knowledge of my disappointing being and male prowess.

And despite knowing that I was about to cum, she continued, eager to finish off my little prick and go on with her day.

A gasp escaped my throat as I felt her grip tighten. "Mom," I whispered faintly, which in turn reduced the brunette's vigor.

Yet I was past the point of no return.

A divine sensation.

An unbelievable bliss.

A great moment of joy.

With a roar which turned out to be a wimpy groan, I shot my nut with full blast into the cheap prostitute's whore-mouth.

*Bang*

At the same time I shot my bullet through her throat, the bang reverberating through the alleys and echoing towards the star-filled sky, a striking image assaulted my mind.

The devil towered before a blazing Hell.