Chad Michael Ward

[Tuesday] Fiction: JUNKFOOD NOIR, Chapter 2

Added 2015-07-21 16:45:07 +0000 UTC

“And all that came before…”

“Hit me again.”

Gamble looked down at the mess of a woman laying beneath him. Big beautiful blue eyes slowly drowning in a pool of swelling pink flesh. Pouty lips smeared with blood and cheap lipstick.

“Hit me again you fucking pussy,” she spat at him.

He cocked his arm back and let his open hand fly. Stinging flesh. A whimpergasp then a purr.

Priscilla flashed a toothy grin at him and continued grinding her soaked cunt on his bare thigh. “You’ve done this before,” came her cooing voice.

“No.”

His eyes drifted from her trainwreck face, past her large floppy tits and down to the furry tangle of her pubic hair. A retro 70s sex kitten reincarnated as Hollywood trash. Jungle pussy, he’d later tell his friends.

“Most guys, y’know, they talk the talk. All ‘oh baby, yeah, i’m gonna rape you so bad. You’re gonna be screamin’ mah name.’ Pfft!”

This last bit sounded like a wet fart.

“Buncha tossers, you ask me. Pull my hair, choke me. Two seconds later they’re blowing their load on my tits.”

“Guess I’m lucky like that,” he lied.

“Oh baby, you got no idea.”

His fingers started to slide towards her snatch but she was already rolling over onto her doughy belly. Ass up and cheeks spread wide. She looked back at him over her shoulder.

That goddamned smile again.

“Now I want you to put both your fists up my ass.”

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JUNKFOOD NOIR is my work-in-progress novella based on my life here in L.A. The names have been changed, the situation mashed up, remixed and fictionalized but there's a lot of truth in there, especially if you know the real stories. I'll be posting chapters from the book every Tuesday.