I really fuckin' fell into it this time. I ain't exactly had the greatest goddam luck in the world, ya know. In fact I just got outa Kingston Pen a year ago for almost beating a guy to death with a hunk of pipe. The fucking prick deserved it and I never felt the least fucking sorry for what I done. I think cause I'm 6'5" and I fuckin' work out like a maniac, the judge thought I should get five years. That and it being my second assault charge and all. Fuck it. I did it, its over. I just got fuckin' bigger workin' out eight hours a day anyway. But, like I said, my luck changed. I fell into it real good. Now I'm in fucking clover. It's like something you'd read about.
I couldn't find work after I got out so I fuckin' started my own business. My dad the useless prick, used to fix leaky basements. You know dig around the foundation and patch and put in weeping tiles, shit like that. I was his fucking mule but I learned how to do it and so I started doin' that to make some fucking money. I started doing okay too.
Then this guy calls me about a leak beside his fuckin' hot tub. And could I go over there now. And tells me he'll pay double if I drop the jobs I'm doin' now and get over there. I fuckin' hate bastards like that. As if the guys I'm doin'
the work for now aint as important as him. Fucking cocksucker. But I also love money. So I fuckin' go over there. I'm pissed at the guy before I get there and want to drop him but what the fuck. I just smoke a "j" to relax and follow the directions.
The goddam place was on Mason Drive, just the ritzyest fucking street in the fuckin' city. There's a fucking gate and a PA system and fucking dogs and the fucking place is like the goddam Taj Mahal. I'm sittin' in my truck waiting for the PA and wondering why the cheap cunt didn't get NASA or somebody like that to fix his fucking leak. He's got more money than God for shit sake. Then, I hear this fucking voice right from a phone sex queen, "Hello, may I help you." One of those ball melting voices.
I gotta big cock. I mean a really big cock. I never measured it that's for fucking faggots but it hangs down nearly to my fuckin' knees I'm not kiddin' and its thick as an arm. I was famous in the joint and the fags would line up and wait for me to shower and just drool at the fucking thing. Well this voice sure stirred the fucking hose up I'll tell you. I damn near had it under control when I rang the doorbell and this fucking broad in a bikini and a robe all open and flowing comes to the door. "Yes, you must be the contractor." It was that fucking hot voice and the old schlong starts to come to life again. "Come this way we are at the pool." Her robe covers her ass but just and I could see the cracks under her ass go from open to closed with each step and she has one killer ass. I love ass, I've fucking studied ass and I'm telling you this cunt had one killer ass.
I expected to go outside but the fucking pool was indoors. I'll be fucked. She slips off the robe and lies down in one of those fuckin' beach chairs. I stare at her cunt. She's got one of those cunts that protrude like a bar of soap if you know what I mean. Her tits are just covered by her bikini and they are so perfect I wonder if they are real or store bought.She has reddy blonde hair and its tied up like one of those classy dancer chicks.
"Do you mind." It was her fucking husband in the chair next to her. I never even noticed the fucking cock sucker I was so busy lusting on the wife. I looked daggers at the little fucking whimp. He was small and thin and frail looking. He reminded me of the guys we used to get to suck us off in the joint or we'd ass fuck them to get rid of a load. He really reminded me of those guys and I was gonna grab him by the scruff of the neck and stick his head in my crotch and tell him to watch who the fuck he's talking to.
Then I fucking remembered where I was. For once in my life I controlled my temper but I ached to put this rich fucking faggot in his place and show him what he was truly cut out to do. He started to talk about the leak near the hot tub. It was in the corner of the pool room. I just started to stare at her cunt again as he spoke. I could feel myself stiffening and he started to stutter and stammer. I knew he was a cock thrasher. Her face started to redden and I think her thighs started to rub together......
TO BE CONTINUED
I couldn't find work after I got out so I fuckin' started my own business. My dad the useless prick, used to fix leaky basements. You know dig around the foundation and patch and put in weeping tiles, shit like that. I was his fucking mule but I learned how to do it and so I started doin' that to make some fucking money. I started doing okay too.
Then this guy calls me about a leak beside his fuckin' hot tub. And could I go over there now. And tells me he'll pay double if I drop the jobs I'm doin' now and get over there. I fuckin' hate bastards like that. As if the guys I'm doin'
the work for now aint as important as him. Fucking cocksucker. But I also love money. So I fuckin' go over there. I'm pissed at the guy before I get there and want to drop him but what the fuck. I just smoke a "j" to relax and follow the directions.
The goddam place was on Mason Drive, just the ritzyest fucking street in the fuckin' city. There's a fucking gate and a PA system and fucking dogs and the fucking place is like the goddam Taj Mahal. I'm sittin' in my truck waiting for the PA and wondering why the cheap cunt didn't get NASA or somebody like that to fix his fucking leak. He's got more money than God for shit sake. Then, I hear this fucking voice right from a phone sex queen, "Hello, may I help you." One of those ball melting voices.
I gotta big cock. I mean a really big cock. I never measured it that's for fucking faggots but it hangs down nearly to my fuckin' knees I'm not kiddin' and its thick as an arm. I was famous in the joint and the fags would line up and wait for me to shower and just drool at the fucking thing. Well this voice sure stirred the fucking hose up I'll tell you. I damn near had it under control when I rang the doorbell and this fucking broad in a bikini and a robe all open and flowing comes to the door. "Yes, you must be the contractor." It was that fucking hot voice and the old schlong starts to come to life again. "Come this way we are at the pool." Her robe covers her ass but just and I could see the cracks under her ass go from open to closed with each step and she has one killer ass. I love ass, I've fucking studied ass and I'm telling you this cunt had one killer ass.
I expected to go outside but the fucking pool was indoors. I'll be fucked. She slips off the robe and lies down in one of those fuckin' beach chairs. I stare at her cunt. She's got one of those cunts that protrude like a bar of soap if you know what I mean. Her tits are just covered by her bikini and they are so perfect I wonder if they are real or store bought.She has reddy blonde hair and its tied up like one of those classy dancer chicks.
"Do you mind." It was her fucking husband in the chair next to her. I never even noticed the fucking cock sucker I was so busy lusting on the wife. I looked daggers at the little fucking whimp. He was small and thin and frail looking. He reminded me of the guys we used to get to suck us off in the joint or we'd ass fuck them to get rid of a load. He really reminded me of those guys and I was gonna grab him by the scruff of the neck and stick his head in my crotch and tell him to watch who the fuck he's talking to.
Then I fucking remembered where I was. For once in my life I controlled my temper but I ached to put this rich fucking faggot in his place and show him what he was truly cut out to do. He started to talk about the leak near the hot tub. It was in the corner of the pool room. I just started to stare at her cunt again as he spoke. I could feel myself stiffening and he started to stutter and stammer. I knew he was a cock thrasher. Her face started to redden and I think her thighs started to rub together......
TO BE CONTINUED