Lord Long Rod
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All men get screwed over by a chick at some point in their lives. I got mine out of the way early. Once you get reamed a time or two, you change. It is called learning. It is the process of maturing. Life can be hard. We all get hurt from time to time. I learned early that life is short, so it is ok to be a jerk. Here is one of my times I got hurt by a woman.
Back when I was working my way through college I had several jobs to make ends meet. One such job was as a doorman at a fancy apartment building in Big City. I had a lot of fun at that job, in addition to the pay and tips I earned. The other guys working at the hotel were basically in the same boat as I. There was a lot of male comradery, and the manager allowed us some leeway so we could enjoy ourselves. On the weekends we would usually go out for beer and titties after work at “The Big Gash” nightclub.
One of my best tippers at the high rise was a Russian chick named Anna Conda. One night she returned home carrying a large package, and having a bit of trouble with it. I opened the door for her and asked, “May I help you with your box, Madam?” She replied, “Maybe later. Right now I just need to get this package upstairs.” I assisted her in getting her package upstairs to her apartment. As I was leaving her flat, Anna stuck a hundy down the front of my pants, and down onto my dick. “Just the tip, darling”, she said.
Anna was a very sensual woman, you understand. She stands 5’11’, has straight shoulder length, jet black hair. Her face is perfect, beautiful by any standard. Even the small scar under her left eye just somehow makes her even more pretty. She has a very tight body, no larger than a size 4; and nice wine glass titties. She is long and lean, a pure sex machine. Everybody wanted her, especially me. That’s why after she gave me that tip I had to recuse myself to the men’s room to relieve myself.
Later that night, just before I was scheduled to get off work, Anna called down to the front desk asking for me. “Rod, I need some help with my box. Please come, now”. I knew I was going to get my dick wet! I clocked out a little early and headed upstairs. I was stiff when I reached her door. I rang her bell, then took out my dick. Anna opened the door, saying “Oh, Rod, I am so glad you are here. Come inside”. She then nonchalantly reached out and took a firm grasp of my member and led me inside her abode.
She led me into her living room. I was immediately horrified by what I saw. A hacked-up, very bloody dead guy was laying on the floor, atop of a blue tarp. “Rod, darling, I need you to help me get rid of this thing”, she said. Never being one to stray too far from my prurient interests, I shot back at her “Anna, baby? I need for YOU to help me get rid of THIS thing”, I said, glancing down at my joyously throbbing Johnson in her hand. “Oh, of course, darling”, said Anna.
After Anna took care of my thing, I had to help Anna take care of her thing. Back in the living room I asked who the dead guy was. “Best to not ask too many questions, Rod”, she said. I understood. The less I knew, the better. Anna’s plan was to dismember the body, pack it into the large box she brought home earlier in the evening, then take it somewhere and leave it with somebody. I was kind of grossed out by the dismembering part, but Anna managed to convince me to do it. As she rubbed my shoulders strongly from behind, I could feel her hot breath on my neck as she whispered into my ear, “I need for you to fill my box up, Rod. You are a big, strong man, and I am but a dainty Russian Tulips. Do this for me, Rod, and I will have a surprise for you later.”
With the suggestion of more sex with Anna I agreed to do the deed. I asked her what she had to cut up the body with. She told me to wait a moment while she went into the next room. I assumed that she would reappear with a power tool of some sort. Or, maybe she would have an axe. Shit, that would be fucking gruesome! I started to wonder whether screwing this Russian chick was worth … THIS. Hell, I could dash now and be in the clear. It was stupid to stay. Was I going to risk the rest of my life on … what? Boning this one chick?!?
Anna re-entered the living room holding something in her right hand. She was also completely nude. “Get your clothing off, Rod. We cannot risk having DNA evidence all over our clothing”. I did as she commanded. Looking at those rocking big tits and tight ass of hers, I knew that banging this broad was worth it. Not many men ever get THIS chance – the chance to bang an upper echelon sex machine. I recall thinking that I would remember this for the rest of my life: How I lassoed and banged a 10-plus chick.
“Here, Rod. Start cutting”, she said. I looked down at her open right hand and saw a serrated steak knife. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with THAT?!?”, I asked. She said, “You are going to cut that son of bitch up, Rod! You promised you would”. I thought to myself, “I did not really promise anything. I just said I would for a hummer”.
Sensing my apprehension, Anna started telling me that the dead guy was her husband and that he was abusive to her, and how he was threatening to kill her, and all sorts of horrible stuff. I was young, of course, but I knew bullshit when I heard it. She was attempting to manipulate me. I turned to Anna and said, “Stop it, bitch. We both know you are full of shit. Now, here’s the deal. I will go get a table saw from the maintenance room and come back up here and hack up Prince Charming for you. But, in return, I want 2 hours of anything-goes sex, and I want to film it … ALL of it. Plus, you have to sign a release allowing me to publish the video if I so choose.”
Anna got really dark, like she knew she no longer had to put on that exotic, foreigner hot chick schtick with me. “Fine”, she said. “Go get the saw and get the job done”, she commanded. Interestingly, her Russian accent was now nowhere to be found. I went down to the maintenance room to retrieve the saw. I stopped by the men’s room before returning to Anna’s flat to rub out a quickie. See, I did not want to blast off too fast in the video. I was going to have to put on a top-notch performance, as I was intending to send the video to some production companies in LA and Florida. My past submissions never garnered a response. But with a sex-athlete like Anna complimenting my stroke, I am sure to get a porn contract!! I would not have to finish college either, or get some stupid job and live like a middle-class schlub for the rest of my life. Now I could become a pro porn stud, do lots of cocaine, and be dead by 29!! HOT DAMN!!!!
But unfortunately, it was not meant to be. When I returned to the flat, Anna was not there. I checked all around but she was gone. I called down to Raul at the front desk. He said that Anna went fleeing out of the front door about 5 minutes earlier screaming about a murder, and saying that I was trying to kill her. Just then I heard the police cars quickly approaching. I hung up the phone. “That fucking bitch!!! She ran out of here before I could make the fucking video!!!”, I exclaimed. I was really pissed about this.
I figured I better get out of there before the cops showed up. I took the stairs down to 3A, where Tammy Tightbox lived. She is ugly as sin, single, and a 40-year old virgin. I hit on her as a joke. I am the only one who pays her any attention. She looks at me with her face all flush, like she believes I am actually interested in her. LOL!! But, hey, I figure I am doing a good deed, throwing this dog a bone. She does not have anything else going on. I knock on the door and Tammy answers. Her eyes widen when she sees it is me. She is wearing some kind of quilted granny night gown and has some cream shit on her face. She is fucking disgusting; a total train wreck. But in my most charming demeanor I say to her, “Tammy, I am sorry to bother you like this, so late at night, but I just cannot contain my emotions any longer. I have been in love with you since the first time I saw you. I need you, Tammy. I need you in my life. I want to hold you, and feel you next to me. I love you, Tammy Tightbox!”
Tammy flew into my arms, just as I heard the sound of many, many foot steps running up the stairs in the stairwell nearby. I told Tammy I had to have her NOW. I then took her inside, locked the door, and in a dark room I boned her all night, thinking about Anna the entire time.
It turned out that Tammy was quite the stallion in bed. I guess that happens when you remain a virgin for so many years. She said it is because I am “The One” she has been waiting for her entire life, and that if I had not come along when I did, she was going to end her life rather than live the rest of her years as a lonely spinster.
I was not really paying much attention to what Tammy was saying. I just wanted to get out of there. I finally had to schlog her with some intense jackhammering to tire her out so I could get out of there. She fell asleep around 5:00 a.m. I got dressed and made my get-away down the fire escape outside her window. I then humped it down the alley way, and over to a buddy’s apartment, as I most certainly could not go back to mine any time soon.
I had to figure a way out of this mess. I had to get that video of Anna and I banging so I could get into professional porn. Now that damn bitch has got the cops involved, which makes it much more risky. I had to know more about Anna Conda, who she is and where she hangs out. As I was sitting there with my pal, Adolph, talking about my future in porn, my cell phone rang. I figured it was the police. I pulled my phone out of my pants pocket so see who it was. I almost fell out of my fucking chair when the caller ID revealed the identity of the caller, “Anna”.
“Hello, darling. I am sorry about the police, but it was necessary”, she said. The thick Russian accent was back. I asked her why calling the cops was necessary. She replied, “It was necessary for me to get away, darling. Now they think that you are the murderer. Do you understand now, darling?” What a fucking bitch!
“I want that video!!”, I said. She acted like she did not know what I was talking about. I explained, “The video of you and me screwing!!! For 2 hours!!! In exchange for me cutting up the body. You owe me!!!” She retorted, “Oh, but you never cut up the body, though, did you, darling? Sorry Rod, but I have got to go now. Ta!” The phone line then went dead. The screaming police sirens I heard a couple minutes later suggest that I made have made a mistake when I answered Anna’s call. That fucking bitch!!!
Back when I was working my way through college I had several jobs to make ends meet. One such job was as a doorman at a fancy apartment building in Big City. I had a lot of fun at that job, in addition to the pay and tips I earned. The other guys working at the hotel were basically in the same boat as I. There was a lot of male comradery, and the manager allowed us some leeway so we could enjoy ourselves. On the weekends we would usually go out for beer and titties after work at “The Big Gash” nightclub.
One of my best tippers at the high rise was a Russian chick named Anna Conda. One night she returned home carrying a large package, and having a bit of trouble with it. I opened the door for her and asked, “May I help you with your box, Madam?” She replied, “Maybe later. Right now I just need to get this package upstairs.” I assisted her in getting her package upstairs to her apartment. As I was leaving her flat, Anna stuck a hundy down the front of my pants, and down onto my dick. “Just the tip, darling”, she said.
Anna was a very sensual woman, you understand. She stands 5’11’, has straight shoulder length, jet black hair. Her face is perfect, beautiful by any standard. Even the small scar under her left eye just somehow makes her even more pretty. She has a very tight body, no larger than a size 4; and nice wine glass titties. She is long and lean, a pure sex machine. Everybody wanted her, especially me. That’s why after she gave me that tip I had to recuse myself to the men’s room to relieve myself.
Later that night, just before I was scheduled to get off work, Anna called down to the front desk asking for me. “Rod, I need some help with my box. Please come, now”. I knew I was going to get my dick wet! I clocked out a little early and headed upstairs. I was stiff when I reached her door. I rang her bell, then took out my dick. Anna opened the door, saying “Oh, Rod, I am so glad you are here. Come inside”. She then nonchalantly reached out and took a firm grasp of my member and led me inside her abode.
She led me into her living room. I was immediately horrified by what I saw. A hacked-up, very bloody dead guy was laying on the floor, atop of a blue tarp. “Rod, darling, I need you to help me get rid of this thing”, she said. Never being one to stray too far from my prurient interests, I shot back at her “Anna, baby? I need for YOU to help me get rid of THIS thing”, I said, glancing down at my joyously throbbing Johnson in her hand. “Oh, of course, darling”, said Anna.
After Anna took care of my thing, I had to help Anna take care of her thing. Back in the living room I asked who the dead guy was. “Best to not ask too many questions, Rod”, she said. I understood. The less I knew, the better. Anna’s plan was to dismember the body, pack it into the large box she brought home earlier in the evening, then take it somewhere and leave it with somebody. I was kind of grossed out by the dismembering part, but Anna managed to convince me to do it. As she rubbed my shoulders strongly from behind, I could feel her hot breath on my neck as she whispered into my ear, “I need for you to fill my box up, Rod. You are a big, strong man, and I am but a dainty Russian Tulips. Do this for me, Rod, and I will have a surprise for you later.”
With the suggestion of more sex with Anna I agreed to do the deed. I asked her what she had to cut up the body with. She told me to wait a moment while she went into the next room. I assumed that she would reappear with a power tool of some sort. Or, maybe she would have an axe. Shit, that would be fucking gruesome! I started to wonder whether screwing this Russian chick was worth … THIS. Hell, I could dash now and be in the clear. It was stupid to stay. Was I going to risk the rest of my life on … what? Boning this one chick?!?
Anna re-entered the living room holding something in her right hand. She was also completely nude. “Get your clothing off, Rod. We cannot risk having DNA evidence all over our clothing”. I did as she commanded. Looking at those rocking big tits and tight ass of hers, I knew that banging this broad was worth it. Not many men ever get THIS chance – the chance to bang an upper echelon sex machine. I recall thinking that I would remember this for the rest of my life: How I lassoed and banged a 10-plus chick.
“Here, Rod. Start cutting”, she said. I looked down at her open right hand and saw a serrated steak knife. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with THAT?!?”, I asked. She said, “You are going to cut that son of bitch up, Rod! You promised you would”. I thought to myself, “I did not really promise anything. I just said I would for a hummer”.
Sensing my apprehension, Anna started telling me that the dead guy was her husband and that he was abusive to her, and how he was threatening to kill her, and all sorts of horrible stuff. I was young, of course, but I knew bullshit when I heard it. She was attempting to manipulate me. I turned to Anna and said, “Stop it, bitch. We both know you are full of shit. Now, here’s the deal. I will go get a table saw from the maintenance room and come back up here and hack up Prince Charming for you. But, in return, I want 2 hours of anything-goes sex, and I want to film it … ALL of it. Plus, you have to sign a release allowing me to publish the video if I so choose.”
Anna got really dark, like she knew she no longer had to put on that exotic, foreigner hot chick schtick with me. “Fine”, she said. “Go get the saw and get the job done”, she commanded. Interestingly, her Russian accent was now nowhere to be found. I went down to the maintenance room to retrieve the saw. I stopped by the men’s room before returning to Anna’s flat to rub out a quickie. See, I did not want to blast off too fast in the video. I was going to have to put on a top-notch performance, as I was intending to send the video to some production companies in LA and Florida. My past submissions never garnered a response. But with a sex-athlete like Anna complimenting my stroke, I am sure to get a porn contract!! I would not have to finish college either, or get some stupid job and live like a middle-class schlub for the rest of my life. Now I could become a pro porn stud, do lots of cocaine, and be dead by 29!! HOT DAMN!!!!
But unfortunately, it was not meant to be. When I returned to the flat, Anna was not there. I checked all around but she was gone. I called down to Raul at the front desk. He said that Anna went fleeing out of the front door about 5 minutes earlier screaming about a murder, and saying that I was trying to kill her. Just then I heard the police cars quickly approaching. I hung up the phone. “That fucking bitch!!! She ran out of here before I could make the fucking video!!!”, I exclaimed. I was really pissed about this.
I figured I better get out of there before the cops showed up. I took the stairs down to 3A, where Tammy Tightbox lived. She is ugly as sin, single, and a 40-year old virgin. I hit on her as a joke. I am the only one who pays her any attention. She looks at me with her face all flush, like she believes I am actually interested in her. LOL!! But, hey, I figure I am doing a good deed, throwing this dog a bone. She does not have anything else going on. I knock on the door and Tammy answers. Her eyes widen when she sees it is me. She is wearing some kind of quilted granny night gown and has some cream shit on her face. She is fucking disgusting; a total train wreck. But in my most charming demeanor I say to her, “Tammy, I am sorry to bother you like this, so late at night, but I just cannot contain my emotions any longer. I have been in love with you since the first time I saw you. I need you, Tammy. I need you in my life. I want to hold you, and feel you next to me. I love you, Tammy Tightbox!”
Tammy flew into my arms, just as I heard the sound of many, many foot steps running up the stairs in the stairwell nearby. I told Tammy I had to have her NOW. I then took her inside, locked the door, and in a dark room I boned her all night, thinking about Anna the entire time.
It turned out that Tammy was quite the stallion in bed. I guess that happens when you remain a virgin for so many years. She said it is because I am “The One” she has been waiting for her entire life, and that if I had not come along when I did, she was going to end her life rather than live the rest of her years as a lonely spinster.
I was not really paying much attention to what Tammy was saying. I just wanted to get out of there. I finally had to schlog her with some intense jackhammering to tire her out so I could get out of there. She fell asleep around 5:00 a.m. I got dressed and made my get-away down the fire escape outside her window. I then humped it down the alley way, and over to a buddy’s apartment, as I most certainly could not go back to mine any time soon.
I had to figure a way out of this mess. I had to get that video of Anna and I banging so I could get into professional porn. Now that damn bitch has got the cops involved, which makes it much more risky. I had to know more about Anna Conda, who she is and where she hangs out. As I was sitting there with my pal, Adolph, talking about my future in porn, my cell phone rang. I figured it was the police. I pulled my phone out of my pants pocket so see who it was. I almost fell out of my fucking chair when the caller ID revealed the identity of the caller, “Anna”.
“Hello, darling. I am sorry about the police, but it was necessary”, she said. The thick Russian accent was back. I asked her why calling the cops was necessary. She replied, “It was necessary for me to get away, darling. Now they think that you are the murderer. Do you understand now, darling?” What a fucking bitch!
“I want that video!!”, I said. She acted like she did not know what I was talking about. I explained, “The video of you and me screwing!!! For 2 hours!!! In exchange for me cutting up the body. You owe me!!!” She retorted, “Oh, but you never cut up the body, though, did you, darling? Sorry Rod, but I have got to go now. Ta!” The phone line then went dead. The screaming police sirens I heard a couple minutes later suggest that I made have made a mistake when I answered Anna’s call. That fucking bitch!!!
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