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I was stroking my cock, pulling it from under the sheets. I cupped my balls with my left hand and stroked my cock with my right hand at the same time. I loved it this way. There was something about punishing my dick that got me off a bit. I squeezed the balls harder now in my fist, crushing them against my palm and wincing out loud in pain that somehow intensified the pleasure of the stroke. I was hard as could be now, my mind filled with images of the beautiful things that Laney would do to my cock. I imagined her mouth encompassing the full scope of my girth and length, swallowing my cock with almost demonic zeal. The lust was taking over her mind and body and she wanted nothing more than to suck me dry. Her lust filled eyes were staring up at me as I filled her mouth with my prick. I could feel the head gliding against her tonsils and pushing into her trachea, so tight, so hot, so wet, and she was so fucking eager…
I was now beating my cock furiously with my fist. It was so fast, I was so engrossed in this fantasy that I didn’t even realize I was on the verge of coming until it happened. I spewed a hard load into the air letting my cock free from the sheets, my eyes watching as that hot seed flew up in the air accompanied by the feeling of total bliss that rocked through my entire body.
I grabbed some tissues from my nightstand and wiped myself clean tossing the tissue into the small waste basket beside the bed. Then I closed my eyes and tried to drift off to sleep. I wondered if the beautiful Laney would ever actually be in this bed with me, would ever make my fantasy a reality and maybe even take it farther.
It had been one of my dominant thoughts since I met her. I found myself at work daydreaming about it much more than I probably should have been, but that woman had touched me deeply in my soul. I wanted her. I needed her.
I loved her.
Yes. That was it… I knew it was real. The way I felt about her. There was no doubt in my head anymore. I wanted this fantastic woman to complete me. She was the only woman who ever could. I wasn’t sure how I was so certain of this with the scope of our interactions, but I was damn sure of it all. I just hoped that somehow, I could make it happen.
But at the same time, what would it do to me emotionally. On the one hand, I thought it was the best thing, but on the other hand I just didn’t know. There was so much in my head and it was getting so muddled. For the moment I was just going to focus on the other parts of my life that were more important.
Chapter 8
Laney
“Seriously?”
I looked at the shit covered toilet and almost gagged instantly. How in the hell did this happen? Some of these guys managed to get shit everywhere but the fucking toilet. Ugh! I stood back and put my hands on my hips to steady myself. This was the thing I fucking hated most about working the bar. I was not just bartender. I was waitress, therapist, and also fucking janitor. And no janitor should have to clean up someone else’s shit.
I stepped back from the bathroom and looked around the mostly empty bar. There were only a few of the regular drunks still there, even though it was only a little after nine and the bar didn’t close until one. It was a Tuesday though. That seemed to be a bit of a dead night. I wasn’t sure what it was about Tuesday that just kept people home.
“Hey, thanks a lot guys. You managed to shit outside the toilet perfectly. Maybe next time you can try shitting inside of it. Huh? What do you think?”
They all ignored me.
I pulled up the rubber gloves and got to work cleaning the repulsive shit. About ten minutes later the toilet was clean as it was going to get and the room smelled ten times better than it had ever smelled. I on the other hand just felt soiled all over. I had managed not to get anything unclean on me, but the fact I was so close to it just made me feel disgusting, like I had to bathe in bleach when I got home.
I was so done with this job. It used to be ok, but lately it had really started to affect my mental health. I was growing depressed and just not happy anymore. I was going to start looking for something else come hell or high water. That was a vowel I was making to myself.
