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E's always thinking, but this just sounds like a dumb plan. Convict or not, I need him to go get a job and pay rent. There's no way people are going to pay serious, bill-paying money for videos of him fucking random chicks. His ego is really through the roof these days...

How the fuck does he even plan on convincing women to do this? I get that he's good with women and all, but I feel like this is different. You can't just walk up to someone and be like "Hey, let's fuck on camera, I'll pay you." I wonder what's going through his head. It just seems impossible. 

But then again, if there's anyone that could pull this type of shit off, it's E... Women really do just flock to him.

LATER THAT DAY

"Hey, its Ernesto... Yeah, I got out and this is my new number... You think you could meet me later? I want to talk business. HAHAA Chillll, its legal. I'm on probation, and I'm out of the drug game. Just trust me on this, it'll be right up your alley... Bet! I'll see you tonight!"

"Where are you off to?" Andre asked later that evening.

"A Business meeting" Ernesto replied. "I'm already running a little late." 

"Really? A business meeting? This late at night?" Dre joked.  "Understand I'm too broke to bail you out, and you're on probation, my G." 

"Yeah yeah, laugh it up bro, just don't half-ass me on this bet." Ern responded. "I'll let you know when I get the footage. Just put some effort in and we'll have rent in the bag."

Andre laughs. "Alright dog, suit yourself. I still think this is stupid, but I'm a man of my word."

"Exactly why I know this'll work. Have some faith in your boy, Dre. You're too uptight." Ern responded as he walked out the door. 

A LITTLE LATER

"Penny! What's good? Long time no see!" 

"Damn Ernesto, they really let you out of prison?" Penny laughed, happy to see her old plug. 

"Haha they lowered my sentence. Good behavior. Told you I wasn't a bad boy." Ernesto replied. 

"I mean... I beg to differ, but it is good to see you healthy and not behind bars anymore. Those tats are a nice addition too." Penny laughed. "So what're you up to these days?"

"You know, learning how to be human again," Ern joked, "But forreal, I'm just trying to get some things rolling. How about you? Is the OnlySims life working out?" 

"It's been amazing honestly, I left Simstagram and stopped stripping. I'm trying to get my numbers up, but I'm taking care of myself." she explained. "I can't make videos, so it's been all picture sets so far."

"That's great!" Ern replied. "Honestly, that's the business I wanted to talk about. Me and my boy Dre are out of work right now, and I'm trying to get him to start up a studio with me. He went to school for video editing, and he's been directing and producing for years. I feel like we got something here, and I wanted to know if you could help us out."

"A studio? You have my attention." Penny responded. "So what? We shoot some high-quality scenes, and your Hollywood boy turns them into actual films?"

"EXACTLY!" Ern replied "That's exactly how it would go. We just need to convince Dre that he could make some money doing it. If we could show him that there is some money here, I'm sure he'd come around. Of course, I'd make sure you get a good cut too."

"If he really is good at editing, and we could put together some good movies, we could really get this studio up and running. My pictures are solid, but all my fans have told me that they'd pay more to see me get fucked. I'm down to make something better. Cut me into the profits, and you got a deal. my OS has a solid following right now, but I could use the extra fans and money." Penny agreed. "Plus, back when you were hooking up with one of my friends, she couldn't stop talking about your dick. I've always been curious." she laughed. 

"Damn, Emma talked about me like that? I might need to look her up. Hopefully the blow hasn't killed her ass yet." he replied. 

"Bet! We could film tomorrow while Dre's at work. He's been trying to scrape and do some odd jobs because nobody in Willow Creek knows how to use a computer. I'll hit you with the address." Ern ended.

"TOMORROW"

*KNOCK* *KNOCK*

"Awesome, you're right on time. Wait, is that what you're wearing?" Ern asked.

"No Dummy, how would I look walking through this neighborhood dressed like some hoe?" Penny responded. "Use your head"

"Yeah... that does make a lot of sense. Well you could head upstairs and get ready then. I'll be up in a minute." Ern replied. 

"Better?" Penny asked.

"Much better." Ern answered. Damn, she's sexy as hell. This is already a great plan...

"Well the camera is up, and I'm up. Let's get filming...."

SOME TIME LATER

"Well well," Andre laughed, "I've never seen anyone that happy eating a burnt grilled cheese. Good day?"

"Files are on your computer, Dre. Any way we could have this done tonight?" Ern replied. 

"I mean, I don't see why not. knowing you, I probably need to edit like what, 30 seconds of film?" Dre joked. 

"Haha so you got jokes today. Just edit the damn video so I can be right already." Ern answered.

"Alright. I'll get at it. In the meantime, you should start hopping on this job search haha. Burgers aren't going to flip themselves." Dre chided. "Let me work some magic on this shit."

A few hours later, Andre and skimmed, clipped, and edited the video into a high quality film. "Hahaaa, Dre I like this! Are you sure you've never edited porn before?" Ern asked. 

"Nahh man, This was a little gross, but that girl is bad as hell. I don't want to know how you talked her into this." Dre replied. "I feel dirty, but I guess that's your 'proof' that I tried. Take a look at the finished product, and then you can post it whenever you want.":

THE NEXT DAY

Andre went off on a small job to go fix a computer, but Ernesto spent the day very busy as well. Ern spent the whole day on the computer watching the video's numbers and streaming the comments. Penny's following had come up big, and as a result, Ern's AdultWorld page blew up. New subscribers and donations began ROLLING in. By the time royalties came along for the first day of streams, the video by itself brought in $713. More than enough to pay Penny her cut AND pay rent. Not to mention, Ernesto's DMs were flooded with kink requests and pervs wondering when the next video would drop. It's crazy what one viral video could do among the right community. 

By the time Dre got back from the job (one that paid him $56 for about 5-6 hours of hard work, one might add), Ernesto was literally waiting on the porch for him. 

"AAAYYYYYOOOOOOOOO BROKE BOY!!! GUESS THE FUCK WHAT???" Ern yelled from the porch. 

TO BE CONTINUED...

Andre DaSilva and Ernesto Cruz have been best friends for the longest time, and even though life pulled them in completely different directions, they've always looked out for each other and have always had each others backs. 

Andre has always been a bit of sheltered geek. Doesn't go out much, enjoys keeping to himself, and spends a lot of time in front of a computer, both for fun and work. Well... he used to spend a lot of time in front a computer for work before his company laid him off. Andre was a graphic designer for a small company that specialized in making commercials for really dumb products. His video-editing skills were impressive, but it didn't change the fact that the products he had to make ads for were just bad ideas. Although not his fault, when his company went under, he was one of the first to go. The job search hasn't been going so great either...

Ernesto, on the other hand, is a piece of work. He's a bit of a con man with enough charm to get anyone to do anything. He's a huge clubber who knows his way around a good drink and some good drugs, and never wants the good times to end. Not to mention, with his energy and bravado, Ernesto was always a big hit with the ladies...

Ern's always been super outgoing and hot-headed, but his adventurous and carefree attitude would end up being his downfall. Sometime around high school, he started hanging out with the wrong crowd. He spent all of his time in high school partying, and skipping class to go smoke with some of the local bums in town. Inevitably, Ernesto ended up dropping out of school altogether and joining up with one of the local gangs in Willow Creek. After about a year of drug dealing and gangbanging, Ernesto got caught up in a major drug bust. The whole gang went down, and he ended up doing two years for drug trafficking. 

At this point, Ernesto has been out for about 3 months, and has been trying (not that hard) to get back on his feet. Back during his days in the gang, he always kept Andre hooked up. Good weed, protection in the more dangerous parts of town, and on the rarest of occasions, Ern would even drag Andre out of the house to parties to put him around some new people and women. Andre remembered this fondly, and had no problem putting Ernesto up at the spare room in his place while he figured it all out. And this brings us to the fateful day that would change everything for them, forever...

It was a normal day at the house. Andre was on the internet looking for a new job, while Ernesto was in the kitchen trying to make lunch. Ern wasn't really good at household shit like cooking and cleaning, but at least he was a good enough roommate to try every now and then. 

Walking into the dining room, Dre couldn't help but laugh. "So I guess your 'fresh out of prison' gig isn't going to be in the culinary world, is it?" he cackled.

"Look dawg, I don't want to talk about it. You said make lunch, so I made lunch. Fight me." Ern replied, catching the sarcasm but still feeling a little singed. "Haha come on E, we both know you were never the cooking type." Andre cackled, "you used to have random girls come by the trap and bring you food. If I was that slick, I wouldn't even have a stove." 

Ernesto laughs and looks up from his burnt sandwich. " I mean, you ain't wrong bro. Prison food tasted better than this shit. I really need to find a way to make some bread. I don't know how long I can keep crashing here and letting you shit on my cooking." 

"Speaking of which, how is the job search going? You have any ideas of what you're going to do now that you're trying to go 'clean'?" Andre asked. 

"I got nothing right now, nobody wants to hire an ex-con. Especially when everyone in Willow Creek knows I used to trap. I gotta come up with something different. How about you, Mr. 'I went to college'? any leads on a new video editing gig?" Ern joked. 

Andre slumped back into his seat. " I got nothing. Nobody needs a video editor in this town, so my skills are pretty useless." 

"Relaaax fam. You're a genius with no strikes or reputation out here. I'm sure you'll come up with a bright idea sooner or later." Ern laughed back. 

"How are you always so positive?" Andre asked, defeated. 

"Maaaaan, I spent two years in a cell with nothing. No friends, no bitches, no drugs, just my thoughts. The stove setting me on fire today is a W at this point. As long as I'm out of that place, we're up. Don't be so hard on yourself." Ern laughed. "I feel like if you got more hoes, you'd be stressing less." He chuckled. 

"Literally broke and busted with no job and all you can think about is women. Clean it up, fam." Andre responded, trying not to laugh. "Literally nothing has changed."

Later that night...

"E, what're you doing out here? It's like 1 in the morning and cold as fuck." Andre said as he stomped onto the porch.  

"Thinking.." Ernesto replied. 

"Bro, thinking? Really? Where's the weed at? You must be high." Dre joked. 

"Well shit, I guess I'm busted." Ern responds, while pulling out a joint. 

"Bro aren't you on probation? Where did you even get that?" Dre asked, confused and concerned. 

"Haha what're you going to do? Call my parole officer?" E responded, offering Dre the joint. 

"Hahaha, fuck no." Andre responded. 

"So, I actually have been thinking about our predicament." Ernesto began, "You're a top-shelf video editor who can't find a good job, and I'm un-hirable, but have a really good set of skills and connections from my time in the gang. I can basically talk my way into and out of anything. What if we combined our skills and tried something out?" 

"I'm listening..." Dre responded. "I feel like this is about to be some dumb shit."

"Alright, Dre, just hear me out. What if we stared our own porn studio? The game has changed since I got locked up, and now everyone is making money off of selling their own videos. Just think about it, I use my charm and skills to find us some actresses, we film some scenes, then you use that movie magic of yours to turn them into blockbusters. Easy money, AAANND it comes with pussy. It's virtually a win-win." E explained, smiling like he just ended world hunger. 

"E. I think you need to lay off the weed. This is by far one of the stupidest ideas you've had in a long time." Dre laughed. "What makes you think it would be so easy?" 

"Come on Dre, don't act like it would be so hard. With your brains and my skills, we could be MILLIONAIRES. You know how many horny fucks there are in this area? It's crazy what people are willing to pay for some easy-to-produce smut. We'd have more bread rolling in than a homeless shelter. Just trust me on this!" Ernesto pled. "Last time I checked, we need to pay rent soon, and it doesn't look like you have any bright ideas, Mr. College." 

Andre sighs, "This is your bright idea? Get rich quick off of some porn? How are you so sure that this could even pay rent?" 

"How are you so sure it can't? I'll cut you a deal; if I could set up and film one scene that you edit for me, I bet I can prove you wrong. If you end up being right, I'll cut and get a part time job flipping burgers somewhere." Ernesto Bargained. 

"If I'm right, you're flipping burgers AND paying next month's rent yourself." Andre replied. 

"All I heard was 'I'm giving this a shot, don't fuck it up.' You're on, homie. We both know I can't flip a burger for shit anyways." Ern accepted.

"This idea is so stupid. Where do you even plan on finding someone willing to shoot a porno? You make it sound like hoes are falling from the sky." Dre laughed.

"Don't worry about that, just get your editing skills up and get ready to admit that I was right. I'll take care of the rest." Ernesto replied, confidently. 

TO BE CONTINUED...

One of my friends from work, Jasmine, told me about an art gallery all the way out in Windenburg, so I decided to pay a visit and see if I could drum up some inspiration. The pieces were beautiful, and I found myself feeling a lot better about my inherent lack of motivation lately. As I worked my way up to the second floor, I ended up bumping into Jasmine and her friend, Clara. 

We kicked it and just began chatting about art and our career plans. I brought up the commission idea with Jasmine, and she was all for it. 

"I think that's a great idea, Julius! That's actually why I'm here today! Clara wants me to make a cute art piece for the nursery she's been building!" Jasmine seemed really excited about the idea, and Clara was too. "There are very few good artists out here. I'm sure you could find a market for yourself once you get some more artwork out! I love doing commissions! Once my husband gets promoted at his office, I might leave the studio altogether and start doing them full time."

She's really out here living my dream, but then again she's the best Pop Art painter in the entire studio... It also doesn't hurt that her husband is angling to be a CEO of his company...

"Well Julius, I could ask around in my circles and see if anyone has some paintings that they want done. Jasmine says you're a good artist, and I'd love to help get you into this line of work. My family is filled with avid art collectors, so we definitely could get you in touch with some potential clients!" Clara chimed in. "Of course, I'd take a small cut of the profits at some point for getting you connected."

According to Jasmine, Clara's family got RICH off of trading art. She has powerful connections in the game for sure. "That would be amazing! What kind of cut were you thinking?" I replied. 

"We can talk about payment after you get some commissions out and start making some money." She responded with a weird smirk. 

We exchanged numbers and kept chatting for awhile. I was so lost in our conversation and the thought of all this potential money that may be coming in, that I didn't even notice that another young woman had entered the room. She was a cute blonde, with really long legs (or really short shorts. I honestly didn't know). 

She was very quiet and not saying much, but I got this weird urge that she was staring at me... I sensed something in those eyes...

More specifically, it felt like she was staring directly at my pants....

Those eyes were fixated on something, but I really didn't know what. When there was a lapse in the conversation, she pulled me aside and introduced herself. 

"Hey! My name is Ann, and I overheard your conversation about wanting to do some commissions. Do you think we could head upstairs and talk some more about a potential piece?" She said. 

"Oh definitely!" my eager ass responded. Wow, I didn't think it would be that easy.  We headed upstairs. 

Before I could ask what she wanted me to paint, she began kissing and rubbing herself on me...

"What's going on?" I asked. Not another freak in this town. Summer really wasn't playing... Do I even want this?

"I do have a commission idea for you, but it can wait for a bit. Right now, there's something else I see that I want more..." she replied. I really gotta stop wearing tight pants everywhere, 

She unzipped my pants...

She told me to start playing with her tits. They felt so round and soft, and her hands felt so good moving up and down my dick that I got hard instantly. I don't know what compelled her, but Ann was super forward and super open about what she wanted. 

"Mmm, your cock feels so warm and hard in my hands... I knew this was a good idea." She continued, "I want to taste it..." 

She took her shirt off, got down on her knees, and began stroking me harder. While she stroked, she began talking a bit more about what she wanted. 

"I should explain a little more. I do want some paintings done, but nobody wants to make the types of paintings I want. Those who do are charging way too much for one small print. I think you can help me, but I feel like I might need to do some persuading first."

She put me in her mouth and began ramming my dick down her throat. My goodness. What does she want??

She was going so deep, it felt like she was trying to choke herself on my dick. I started to get more into it, putting my hands behind her head and shoving myself deeper into her throat... her moans and coughs were so sexy. She wanted it rough, and she was going to get it rough.

"YES" She gasped, "FUCK MY LITTLE THROAT" 

Who the fuck even is this bitch??

She grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me down onto the floor and on top of her.

"I want you inside of me..." she said as she fit me inside her tight little pussy.  I put a hand on her throat and started stroking her as deep as I could go. She was so tight, it was insane. 

"Come on, I know you want to choke me harder than that!" she panted. She's insane...

I wrapped both hands around her throat and started SLAMMING away...

I thought I was getting carried away, but she started moaning and pulling me in closer to her. The look on her face was a weird mix of pleasure and pain, but she wrapped her legs around me and told me not to stop. 

At this point, I was slamming her hips into the floor with every stroke....

*THUMP* *THUMP* *THUMP* 

"Do you hear something?" Jasmine asked downstairs. "I feel like I hear a thumping noise.."

We kept thumping into the floor... she was wriggling her hips around and moaning the whole time, trying not to scream in pleasure... She had gotten so wet, I was surprised that there wasn't a puddle underneath us.

She was egging me on to fuck her harder, but I had completely lost control. Before I even realized what had happened, I came, deep inside of her...

"Unngh. I didn't take my pill today." She panted as we laid there on the floor cooling down. "I think you'll be perfect for what I want to do... We should talk more sometime about what styles of art you do best. I can't afford to pay you a lot, but I feel like we could come to some kind of agreement."

Damn... I don't think I've came this hard in years... I feel ridiculous..

"I'll think about it." I muttered. Still at an absolute loss for words. 

We got up, got redressed and exchanged contact info. We decided to grab some coffee next week and talk more about what Ann had in mind. 

I don't know what came over me, but all I wanted to do was paint her gorgeous body... I hadn't been this taken by a wave of inspiration since I moved into the area. 

Fuck. I'd do her shit for free at this point... I don't even know what happened today... 

TO BE CONTINUED...

The storytelling here is wack (I was more focused on learning how to work recording/editing software) so here some background: 

The story of this world revolved around Tyson, a rich brat/partier who got cut off from his parents and had to find a new way to support himself after dropping out of school. Inevitably, he started selling drugs, and ended up working his way to the top of the food chain in Willow Creek and starting his own gang. Tre was Tyson's right hand, until MCCC married him off to someone and they had a family. Things got bad without Tre in the gang, and eventually, they had to break up, leaving Tyson alone to try and run this empire. Although Tre doesn't run with the gang anymore, his cocaine addiction keeps him and Tyson in touch. Now alone and not making anywhere near as much as he did before, Tyson has been plotting his revenge...

(as usual, it goes without saying that drugs are bad, you shouldn't blackmail others, etc.) 

This was fun, and I may try to turn some of my other BadWorld stories into full video series. 

I've also gotten into working out. I'm lazy as hell and feel like absolute shit afterwards, but this gym is amazing. Every woman in town comes here, and its heaven.

Also, I swear every time I get ready to leave, somebody is getting fucked in the showers...

The other day, the sexiest woman I've ever seen came by the gym. I don't even think she ended up working out, she just walked into one of the fitness rooms and started dancing with her friends. I hadn't seen her in town yet, and honestly, I was shocked. Her body was absolutely cracked, and that tattoo across her side was a masterpiece. 

I'm not the boldest guy on the planet, but I legit fell off of a treadmill staring. I had to go say what's up. Her name was Candy.  We got to chat and flirt for a little bit before she had to go to work, but we did exchange numbers and planned to meet up at some point.

Later that night, I was kicking it at home, watching some TV and getting ready to smoke, when I got a phone call out of the blue. It was my neighbor, Summer. 

"Hey, Julius. Is it cool if I come by for a bit? I know we don't know each other that well, but I'm having a really bad night." she asked. She's right, we've said "hi" in passing, but I hadn't seen her much since the initial welcome to the neighborhood. I wonder what's up. 

"Sure," I replied "I'm just hanging out watching some TV." 

About 10-15 minutes later, I got a knock at my door.  Summer looked very upset, but I didn't know what was wrong. She also looked absolutely gorgeous. Keep it together you bum, she's coming by because she's SAD. STOP IT. 

So, after opening the door and chatting for a bit, I discovered Summer had taken some LSD and was just having a sad trip.

"Haha, you don't really look like a partier" I joked, "Travis is always talking about how you're such a stick in the mud." That one must've struck a nerve, because as soon as I said it, her face dropped. "Travis is such a dick." she began. "He's so full of himself and thinks he's such hot shit because everyone in Willow Creek buys from him. All he does is cause problems." Damn, I thought he was the SHIT, good to know though. 

She then continued, "When we moved in together, we agreed that none of us could date each other, because it would mess up our housing situation. Lately, him and Liberty have been hanging out a lot more and acting weird and secretive around me. I know I'm tripping balls right now, but I feel like something is going on and I can't put my finger on it." At this point, she had begun sobbing. What the fuck do I even do here? "I wouldn't even be mad if they told me! I think they're just hiding things from me because I've been complaining about being alone for so long." Jesus Christ. It's 1 AM, and this bitch is tripping balls and crying on my porch. Literally its art school all over again, but this time, she's not an ex I cheated on. 

"Please come inside, you shouldn't be out here like this.." I said, trying to keep my cool. Loud-ass... 

As soon as we got inside, her expression totally changed. "Do you ever get lonely, Julius?" she asked, quietly. "I'm so lonely... please help me." She said, grabbing my hands. "I hate feeling like this... I took acid tonight to try and unwind. Please... come make me feel better.."

Note to self: Travis might be a dick, but it sounds like he has some INSANE LSD. 

Before I knew it, she was walking over to my couch and taking off her jumpsuit. Something is in the water in this town, I swear. I've never had this much luck with women. 

Her tongue was ridiculous. I don't know if it was the LSD, or if she was just a freak, but she working her mouth all over me. I tried to go deeper into her throat, but she pushed my hands away and told me to relax. "I don't do that, but I've also never gotten a complaint before" she chuckled, before getting back to it. It was almost like she wasn't even sad anymore. Is she bipolar? 

"Mmm. I've been wanting to do this since the welcome wagon. You taste so good..." My goodness. I had a feeling she did, but I thought she was just being a friendly neighbor. 

She stood up. "Lie back," she said, "I want to sit on it..."

At this point, I was no longer in control of the situation. They way she was grinding on me and riding me was driving her insane. Her pussy was so tight and getting so wet, it was starting to lea onto my couch. I was at a loss for words. 

"Ungh, I can't stop, you're stretching me out!" She moaned as she kept bouncing harder and faster on my lap. She's so fucking sexy. I can't believe this. 

"AAAHHHH I'M CUMMING!" 

"Is everyone in this town a freak?" I gasped out loud. "*Ungh* I don't know. Everyone here is *mmph* very open about their desires" she responded between moans. "This really is a bad part of the world, but in the best way possible."

She's really done everything... I can't hold it anymore... "I'm about to cum!!" I yelled. I tried to lift her off me, but she pushed me back into the seat and started smiling...

She started bouncing harder and faster... and just like that, I came deep inside of her. Like I said, I was never in control of this situation, and honestly, it was sexy as hell. LSD is one hell of a drug. 

After we wrapped up and cooled down. We sat, talked, and smoked a blunt while her trip came to a close. Summer's cool as hell, but I'm almost positive the reason she's burnt about Liberty and Travis is because she wants him for herself. I can see things getting ugly in that household, but then again, it's none of my business... I'll pull up for drugs and parties, but I should keep my thoughts out of this one. 

Summer came down and thanked me for spending some time with her through the trip. As she left, she did leave me with a really good idea. 

"Hey, so you're really good at painting, right? Have you ever considered doing commissions? I'm sure people around here would pay top dollar for some portraits or requests... Think about it."

Damn, that's not a bad idea...

TO BE CONTINUED.... 

For the most part, all I am is a Lazy stoner with love for painting. I grew up a bit of a spoiled brat, and never really did much with my life. Now, I'm just an art-school dropout with no real life skills, and nothing to show for it. I still think I'll see my work in big galleries someday, but for now, I'd be lying if I said I knew how I was actually going to get there. Nothing was going right for me in my old town, so I decided to move out to a small house in Willow Creek and get a fresh start. My neighbors came by and welcomed me on my first day, and I got a job working as a Brush Cleaner at the local Art Gallery starting tomorrow. I wish my art made enough for me to not have to go into work every day, but for now, this job will pay rent. Luckily for me, one of my neighbors, Travis Scott, was a local drug dealer, and it didn't take us long to get acquainted and do some "business." Not to mention, both of his roommates, Liberty and Summer were their names I think, were both absolutely gorgeous.

I don't know how to explain it, but since moving, I keep getting weird vibes from this town. Something is in the air, but I can't really explain what it is... It's almost like there is an overpowering force watching and controlling how we all act and move. Maybe it's just in my head.

For now, my first goal is to get my feet wet at work, and learn my way around town, and I'll start diving into that tomorrow. For now, I feel like I've done enough to deserve a drink (or 5, I don't have a problem though! I swear!). One of my neighbors suggested a bar I should visit in the next town over, and I think I'll check it out tonight.

After I pulled up, I went to the bar and mingled for a bit with some patrons while waiting for my drink. After getting my rum and coke,  I took a seat a table to people-watch and catch the vibes of the community. This is a very vibrant town with a lot of colorful people, and I really think I can find a fit around here. I have no idea what that fit is, but we'll see. 

After a while of sitting on my own, a woman came by with her drink and asked if she could join me. Her Name was Aya, and she was a freelance writer in the area. 

We spent some time drinking and chopping it up about authors and artists, and actually exchanged phone numbers. Pretty good show for my first night in town honestly. I was trying to keep things clean and cordial, but for the life of me, I just could not stop staring at her tits. She wasn't wearing a super-revealing top, but I could still see that they were round and HUGE... I didn't think I was staring all that hard until she called me out on it. 

"Enjoying the view?" She asked me. Fuuuck me, I'm done for. She then sat back and laughed. "Don't worry, I can see you've had your eyes on me since I sat down, and the truth is, I've been doing the same thing. I feel like we've got the same idea right now..."

There's no fucking way she's coming onto me. 

"Haha, you were so talkative before, why so quiet now?' she asked. "Nothing," I laughed back, "I'm just a little surprised." At that point, she stood up, smiled, and whispered "Well, I could always surprise you some more."

At this point she asked me to join her on the balcony, and I followed... Bro, there is no way this is actually happening to me. 

As soon as we made it outside, she had my pants off. "It looks like there are some others on the balcony already, so I hope this'll do." she said as she removed everything. We were on the patio in front of the bar, but it seemed like she didn't care. This can't be real, I thought to myself as she started rubbing my thighs and looking at my dick, all while smiling heavily.  "Enjoying the view?" I joked. She smiled even more and responded, "yes, very much so."

Aya then put it all in her mouth and began sucking me dry... Her mouth and throat were so small, I almost came as soon as they wrapped around my dick.

The more we got into it, the nastier and sloppier she became. She was slobbering all over me, and I could feel how far down her throat she was taking everything in. What a dirty whore. This has to be heaven. At one point, she had gotten so much drool on her shirt, she just ripped it off in heat.

Her tits were so much nicer than I imagined, and watching them bounce around, glistening in drool and sweat while she forced my dick down her throat became too much for me to handle. 

"Do you like it?" she asked, "it feels so good in my throat." Ugh, I can't take this anymore... "Stand up and turn around," I told her, "I want to fuck your little whore pussy." At this point, both of us were in such heat, that she did what I said almost without thinking. "Yes, sir." she moaned. 

I can't believe we're doing this in front of a bar. I've been here one night...

She was so tight, and her ass was so soft. I felt like I was going to rip her open, but looking at her face and feeling her body, its like she wanted me to. She kept telling me to fuck her harder, and I kept pumping faster and deeper into her. Her moans were getting louder, and at this point, I'm sure patrons in the bar were capable of hearing us. 

I also found it pretty funny that we weren't the only ones enjoying this lovely weather...

We both fell to the ground and just let it all take over... I pressed her to the patio and began hitting her with long, loud, deep strokes, and in turn, her moans turned into screams of pleasure. She sounds so sexy... it's making me want to explode... "More... I want more!" She kept saying, "you're going to make me cum!"

Fuck, I can't keep going like this for much longer... I began to lose control, and started mindlessly pumping in and out of her tight little pussy. I just couldn't stop myself. Her moans were so hot, and I could feel her writhing on my dick and trying to clench tighter... 

I couldn't take it anymore. "ARRRRGH"

Words didn't even come out as I came inside of her....

"Uungh, theres's so much... you're filling me up" she whimpered as we both began to come down from this high. 

After we cooled down and got our clothes back on. We talked and flirted some more before she decided to go. "I better see you again. I want that cock back in my throat" she said on her way out. 

Fuuuck me. what a night... 

I sat and smoked a joint on the patio before deciding to head back home myself. With everything going on, I totally forgot I had to be at work for my first day in a few hours. 

Christ, I'm walking into my first day of work hungover, and sleep deprived. Its like I never left school... Still totally worth it though...

TO BE CONTINUED....