Victoria and her cronies occupy the table to my right. We fucked a few times, but she got too clingy, so I had to cancel her.
Irritable, I get up and grab the closest girl to me and drag her into the house. Victoria huffs, making her displeasure known. The redhead is elated I chose her and doesn’t protest.
Pussy comes easy for me. She’s nothing more than an object and will become useless the moment I orgasm. There’s no kissing, touching, or attachments—on my part, at least.
Doggy style is my go-to position. Anything else is too intimate.
My introduction to sex was unconventional, and that’s putting it mildly. After my mother died, John started taking me on his weekly motel visits to see Candy, a prostitute. He would beat her black and blue while fucking her and forced me to watch. Sometimes, he made me hit her too.
“This is how you treat women, Maverick. They’re only good for fucking. If a bitch gets mouthy, show her who’s in charge with your fists.” John punched Candy in the face repeatedly.
On my twelfth birthday, I lost my virginity to her. At first, I couldn’t get hard, and John became infuriated.
“Are you a faggot? Is that it?” John said, kicking me in the stomach. “I rather you be dead.”
I was nervous and didn’t want to go through with it but feared John’s wrath. Afterwards, I puked my guts out.
I bring the nameless girl into the game room and snag a condom from the bowl on the table.
“I’ve always had a thing for you.”
I tear open the packet and sheath my dick before bending her over the back of the couch.
“I had no idea you knew I existed.”
Ignoring her, I pull her bikini bottoms to the side and savagely thrust inside her wet pussy to the hilt. My fingers dig into her hips and I pound into her at rapid speed.
“Oh, Mav! Yes, baby! Oh my God!”
“Shut the fuck up.” Her voice is beginning to annoy me.
I smack her ass until it glows bright red.
“Shit,” I groan, shooting my jizz into the Magnum. I take the rubber off and throw it into the garbage can.
“That was amazing.” She wraps her arms around my neck.
I push her away. “No touching.”
“Sorry.” She crosses her arms, giving me attitude.
“You can go.” I nod towards the door. “You served your purpose.”
“What?” Her eyebrows shoot to her hairline.
“Did I speak another language?” I ask sarcastically.
“I thought you liked me.” Her lips tremble.
“Nope, I don’t even know your name.”
“B-but, b-but—” she stutters.
“I would’ve fucked any girl.” I shrug. “You were convenient.”
Tears fill her eyes.
“Save your fucking waterworks for someone who cares.”
