“Stupid-ass prick!”
Even though the partition was up in the limo, and I had a throwback Eminem album blasting through the sound system, I was sure the driver could hear something. He had better keep his trap shut or I would crack his damn nuts open, too.
“You know what,” I hissed. “You make my ass sick. Stop eating pussy and suck on some titty for a while. You’re acting like a baby anyway, so get to suckling.” Whap!
Piece of Shit starting sucking like an infant within seconds—hungry ass.
I could see that we were turning into the back entrance at the arena and I was mad as shit. I hadn’t busted one yet. Fuck it! I used my other shoe—the one still connected to my foot—and kicked Piece of Shit in the ass, causing him to topple onto the floor of the limo and away from Glaze.
She looked at me in shock, like she had done something wrong. She was my decent pet. The one that I actually kind of liked, but I wasn’t taking any shit off her ass, either.
“It’s okay, Glaze,” I told her. “You did all right. Piece of Shit doesn’t know how to eat pussy right. I should’ve come by now.”
“Permission to put my clothes on, Mistress?” Glaze asked.
Her pussy juice had soaked down into the seat across from me after having being eaten the entire time, and her nipples appeared red from Piece of Shit sucking on them so hard, even though it was quick.
“Permission granted,” I replied.
I glanced down at Piece of Shit, who knew better than to ask me a damn thing. “Don’t you get dressed in my presence, you little fuck. I’ll deal with you later.”
I could feel Thumper getting angrier by the second. I was going to have to deal with people fawning all over me in a couple of minutes and the thought made me wince. I was habituated to it, but I needed a release. I would have to sneak a few moments in my dressing room to finish the job. I planned to use the heel of my shoe. Sleek, slightly thick, slightly painful. I would have to use some hand sanitizer on it first. Imagine trying to explain a cooter infection to a doctor that came from a nasty-ass heel.
The car came to a halt and Piece of Shit knew to crawl up in the corner so I could get out without anyone seeing him. KAD never asked me questions that they were not about to get answers to. They only knew that, from time to time, I had Stacy (Glaze) and Billy (Piece of Shit) join me somewhere on tour and that they stayed in a room together. In this case, they were staying seven floors below us at the Ritz. Most people assumed they were a couple, good friends of mine, instead of my pets that I humiliated whenever I felt like it.
“Will we see you later, Mistress?” Glaze asked.
I had named her that because she came like a geyser and her pussy was always glimmering with remnants. I had met her on a trip to Oahu. She was a stunning, petite Samoan in her early thirties and a stone-cold, submissive freak.
“No, you won’t see me . . .” I glared at her. “And don’t get too fucking comfortable and start acting like we’re homegirls or some shit like that, either.” She lowered her eyes before I opened up a can of kick-ass on her. “You and Piece of Shit go back to the hotel and lay low, order room service—but only one meal for the two of you— and take your asses to sleep .”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Consider yourself lucky that I’m going to allow you to eat at all. Both of you let me down.”
“We’re sorry, Mistress,” they said in unison, although Piece of Shit’s came out as a whisper.
I met Billy when I was in Alabama doing a show. He was working backstage at the concert and our eyes met. The poor bastard actually believed that I would let him fuck me. Stupid ass! He learned fast, quick, and in a hurry when I took him back to my hotel suite that night. At first, he seemed scared to oblige my demands, but we worked the shit out. He was allowed to eat, fuck, and suck pussy—but not mine. Never that!
Billy was average
Even though the partition was up in the limo, and I had a throwback Eminem album blasting through the sound system, I was sure the driver could hear something. He had better keep his trap shut or I would crack his damn nuts open, too.
“You know what,” I hissed. “You make my ass sick. Stop eating pussy and suck on some titty for a while. You’re acting like a baby anyway, so get to suckling.” Whap!
Piece of Shit starting sucking like an infant within seconds—hungry ass.
I could see that we were turning into the back entrance at the arena and I was mad as shit. I hadn’t busted one yet. Fuck it! I used my other shoe—the one still connected to my foot—and kicked Piece of Shit in the ass, causing him to topple onto the floor of the limo and away from Glaze.
She looked at me in shock, like she had done something wrong. She was my decent pet. The one that I actually kind of liked, but I wasn’t taking any shit off her ass, either.
“It’s okay, Glaze,” I told her. “You did all right. Piece of Shit doesn’t know how to eat pussy right. I should’ve come by now.”
“Permission to put my clothes on, Mistress?” Glaze asked.
Her pussy juice had soaked down into the seat across from me after having being eaten the entire time, and her nipples appeared red from Piece of Shit sucking on them so hard, even though it was quick.
“Permission granted,” I replied.
I glanced down at Piece of Shit, who knew better than to ask me a damn thing. “Don’t you get dressed in my presence, you little fuck. I’ll deal with you later.”
I could feel Thumper getting angrier by the second. I was going to have to deal with people fawning all over me in a couple of minutes and the thought made me wince. I was habituated to it, but I needed a release. I would have to sneak a few moments in my dressing room to finish the job. I planned to use the heel of my shoe. Sleek, slightly thick, slightly painful. I would have to use some hand sanitizer on it first. Imagine trying to explain a cooter infection to a doctor that came from a nasty-ass heel.
The car came to a halt and Piece of Shit knew to crawl up in the corner so I could get out without anyone seeing him. KAD never asked me questions that they were not about to get answers to. They only knew that, from time to time, I had Stacy (Glaze) and Billy (Piece of Shit) join me somewhere on tour and that they stayed in a room together. In this case, they were staying seven floors below us at the Ritz. Most people assumed they were a couple, good friends of mine, instead of my pets that I humiliated whenever I felt like it.
“Will we see you later, Mistress?” Glaze asked.
I had named her that because she came like a geyser and her pussy was always glimmering with remnants. I had met her on a trip to Oahu. She was a stunning, petite Samoan in her early thirties and a stone-cold, submissive freak.
“No, you won’t see me . . .” I glared at her. “And don’t get too fucking comfortable and start acting like we’re homegirls or some shit like that, either.” She lowered her eyes before I opened up a can of kick-ass on her. “You and Piece of Shit go back to the hotel and lay low, order room service—but only one meal for the two of you— and take your asses to sleep .”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Consider yourself lucky that I’m going to allow you to eat at all. Both of you let me down.”
“We’re sorry, Mistress,” they said in unison, although Piece of Shit’s came out as a whisper.
I met Billy when I was in Alabama doing a show. He was working backstage at the concert and our eyes met. The poor bastard actually believed that I would let him fuck me. Stupid ass! He learned fast, quick, and in a hurry when I took him back to my hotel suite that night. At first, he seemed scared to oblige my demands, but we worked the shit out. He was allowed to eat, fuck, and suck pussy—but not mine. Never that!
Billy was average
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