Going Down by Roy Glenn Read Free Book Online Page B

that?”
    “Gin will make you sin,” he said and raised his glass.
    We turned up our glasses and drunk them down. “Is that what you want to do?”
    “Baby, there are a lot of things that I wanna do with you,” he slurred. The smell of his breath was killing me, and I figured that I needed to get this thing going before his breath changed my mind.
    “Well then, why don’t we get outta here?”
    Once again, he jumped to his feet and, once again, had to steady himself to keep from falling.
    I got up quickly and began making my way through the crowd. He followed as closely behind me as he could in his condition. I moved as quickly as I could because I didn’t want anybody to see us leaving together.
    I was standing by my car when he finally made it outside. When he saw me standing there, he staggered over to me. “I thought that I had lost you.”
    “No chance of that happening. You got some place we can go?”
    “Yes,” he said quickly. “My place isn’t far from here.”
    “Good. I’ll follow you.” I got in my car and followed him out of the parking lot. As I drove, I thought about whether I really wanted to do what I had planned. I could just as easily drive home and go to bed, but I didn’t. When he pulled over and parked, I drove down the street and parked near the corner. He stood outside the building and waited for me.
    “Why’d you park all the way down there?”
    “I wanted to make you wait.” I laughed. “But I promise I’ll be worth the wait.”
    “I know you will,” he said and tried to kiss me.
    I moved out of the way and he almost fell on his face. “Don’t you think it will be better if we did it inside?”
    “Yeah, yeah,” he said and rushed inside, fumbling for his keys as he walked.
    As soon as we were inside, he tried to kiss me again, and once again, I moved out of the way. “You got anything to drink around here?”
    “Yeah, baby, sure. Make yourself comfortable.”
    “Where’s the bedroom?”
    His eyes bucked open. “Right through that door.” He pointed. And I walked in that direction.
    While he made the drinks, I looked around his bedroom and wondered how I was going to do it. I had no weapon, but I was determined not to leave there without experiencing satisfaction. I took off my clothes and had just laid across the bed when he came in.
    “Wow,” was all he managed to say. He very quickly drunk his drink and hurried to the bed to hand me mine. While he frantically pulled off his clothes, I put my drink down.
    When he was naked, he laid down next to me. His dick was little, but I didn’t care. I took his little dick in my hand and stroked it until it got hard. Believe me, it took a while. Once I finally got him up, I took him in my mouth and began massaging my clit. Over the years, I’ve grown rather fond of playing with myself while I sucked a man’s dick. Even though I didn’t reach any type of climax, it still felt good.
    I licked his shaft up and down and then took the whole thing in my mouth. Once I had had my fill, I sat up and straddled his body, and lowered myself down on him. I could barely feel him inside me, but at least he stayed hard while I rode him. “Damn, that shit feels good. You got some good pussy, baby,” he mumbled.
    “So I’ve been told,” I said as he grabbed the pillow with both hands. At that point, I knew what I was going to do, how I was going to kill him, how I was going to cum. I grabbed his hands, pushed them to the side, and snatched the pillow from under his head. His head hit the bed and he closed his eyes as my excitement built. I put the pillow over his face. My excitement caused my pace to quicken and I rode him hard. He didn’t seem to mind at first, but it didn’t take long before he began to struggle to get out from under that pillow. But he was too drunk to fight me off. His body began to jerk and his dick seemed to get harder. I pressed down harder; fucked him harder. I was almost there!
    Then he stopped moving, but