Thread: Adventures of Black Metal Gore Whore (Kassy & Razorlandside)

Nick had glanced up when he'd heard the whistle, his expression neutral. His first thought had been that it was one of the Janitors or other losers who made their living cleaning up after the students, but the jibe about someone being jealous enough to whistle over the size of his junk died when his eyes met the girl on the balcony above. Well... To be more accurate when his eyes settled on the fingers rubbing at the pierced snatch beneath her skirt. It was only after a moment of admiration that his gaze drifted up further, passed the girls large tits and settled on her face. His neutral expression disappearing as he slowly rose back to his feet, his cock thick and heavy dangling from his fly. His smirk was broad as his right hand moved down to grip the base of his cock, giving it a few experimental strokes as it stiffened under the gaze of the woman above. He was not shy, neither was his cock. They both loved the attention and he rolled his wrist as he settled back against the row of seat's he'd been fucking the secretary over only a few moments before. He wondered what part she had walked in on first...? Had it been from the start, when he'd put that blonde-bimbo on her knees and wiped his balls all over her face, making her inhale his scent? Maybe it had been when he'd first slid his dick into her mouth, smearing her lipstick all over the cock he now stroked? She was a pretty piss poor cock sucker, gagging with only the first five inches of Nick's dick in her mouth. Normally he did not care, he'd skull fuck the dumb whore until she spewed her lunch all over his cock. But he'd decided he wanted to fuck her ass more than he wanted to watch her cry from humiliation... Today. He decided after a few moments thought that it was probably about then she'd come in, he might have heard her otherwise, despite being a pansy fuck who could barely swallow a cock the bimbo was a pretty quiet choker. Yeah... It had certainly been while he was ass-fucking the whore. He wondered if she had seen him deposit his load in the blonde's gape... Appleton did have a fine fucking gape, came from months of Nick fucking it. He was proud of the way he broke that slut's body, proud that her ass would always remember the shape of his cock... And whatever else he decided to shove in it while he was drunk. His voice when he spoke bore the rumble of a chuckle, like thunder over the horizon. His voice was deep and resonant, fitting with the characterization of his broad chest and well toned arms. Ha! That slut? Bitch is barely worth busting a nut in. His voice was casual and dismissive. This was not bravado. This was how he felt about the woman who would risk her career, her livelihood and her reputation for a taste of his approval. But when you go to a school full of prudes and poser's you only got a few options. He gripped the seat he was leaning on with his free hand, his cock now erect and standing proud for Kassy's eye as his own gaze dropped down to her snatch once again. Giving it an appreciative tilt of his head before letting his eyes drift back up to the girl. One option is making a whore out of a half descent piece of ass. He shrugged nonchalantly and smiled up at her. The other is raping some stupid virgin who can't even suck dick right and dealing with all that boring laworder shit afterward. He was watching her for a reaction... What he did not expect was her statement. Wah..? He managed, for the first time in years his expression betraying surprise as the girl leapt off the balcony. His hand left his cock in an instant and he leaned forward his arms outstretched to catch the crazy bitch as she fell from the upper landing and down towards him. Belatedly he shifted himself a bit to the left and managed to hook one of his powerful arms under the girls knees and the other behind her back as she slammed into his chest with enough force to knock him back against the row of seating he had been leaning on a moment before and almost sent the pair of them tumbling over and into the next row down. But Nick was strong, strong and used to mosh-pits and the front row of concerts where a stage dive or a dropkick was not unheard of. So he managed... Barely. It would of been an odd scene for a few moments, him holding the crazy bitch in both arms, his cock hanging out of his pants with his erection rubbing against the small of her back. His expression went through several changes in a few heartbeats, the first was still one of shock... The second was one of anger, his teeth clenching and his fingers digging into her flesh, anger that she had surprised him. Anger that she had pushed him and made him act they way SHE had wanted. But that anger vanished with the next heartbeat as a slow rumbling laugh crawled it's way up his throat. You... You are one crazy fucking whore. He said, his head shaking and his long dark hair laying across his forehead. Should of fucking let you break your pretty fucking neck. He added with a glance at her throat and then down towards her tits. Frankie always says not to fuck crazy, pretty sure it's just masturbation if your dead though. He dropped his arms from under her without warning letting the woman fall into the seat's in front of them as he mockingly dusted off his palms and crossed his arms over his broad chest, meeting her eyes without a trace of apollogy. Real fucking shame. Next time remind me to let you kill yourself, crazy always give me a hardon and I could use a good fuck-toy at times like that. That snatch of yours looks half decent. Yeah he was pushing it. He did not care. This girl dressed the part. Hell she even acted it. But he'd seen enough posers in his day that he knew that barely meant anything. This whore was probably just a girl who had daddy issues and wanted papa to be jealous because she dressed like a metal-chick and sucked off some emo-losers behind the bleachers. He'd sort her out real quick. He'd disabuse her of any thoughts that she might have that he was just a faker like he imagined she was. He lifted one leg and settled it on the arm of the chair he'd dropped her into, leaning back and uncrossing his arms to bring one hand back down to his cock, continuing to slowly work the shaft back and forth. He did not care that she was there. That she was looking. The very way he moved his hand and watched her with that half grin implied that she might not even be worth what he did to Appleton. You just gonna sit there or you gonna put on a show for me? It was a challenge as much as a taunt.