Kelly's Eyes

Kinda weird.

Out of nowhere, a mad craving for the chicken pesto at Corner Bakery. Who knew?

Navigating downtown L.A. in a car sucks. So much so that I almost aborted my mission.

But then I discovered that my bullet-pipe was fully loaded with AK-47 so I pulled over and smoked that shit. Much better.

Finally found a parking space and rolled into the Corner Bakery.

I was nice and stoned, and approached the register.

Average looking Mexican girl, mid-to-late 20s.

Not fat, but way out of shape. Her belly hung down over her belt. Nice tits.

When I gave her my order, she suddenly burst into a wide smile.

“Oh! You have such a nice voice,” she said, putting her hand on her chest and actually blushing. “It’s something different.”

I smiled back at her and said thank you. If I could blush, I probably would have.

What I really wanted to do was go behind the counter and get on my knees. I’d lift her t-shirt, exposing her bulging belly, which I would lovingly lick.

Then the jeans would get unzipped, and I’d use my tongue to get her all moist and ready.

Standing up, I’d take her pants and panties off, hoist her up onto the counter behind her, whip out my cock and gently ease it inside.

I’d lift off her t-shirt, but leave on the bra. That way I could pull her tits out of the top and the bra would act like a holster pushing them up in that nasty sexy way I love so much.

I would fuck her nice and slow, playing with her nipples while we kissed gently and talked dirty to each other. It would have been amazing.

Instead, I got my sandwich and went back to work.

But I made up for it later on in the evening.


When I got home, there was a check i my mailbox for a decent amount of money. Even more than I expected. So I called my man and scored two grams of blow. Came home, started doing lines and cued up “Monster Cock Fuckfest.” The first one. And holy shit is it amazing.

I got about halfway through the flick when I got so excited my cock almost exploded while I wasn’t even touching it. There’s this whore called Kelly Wells. While she’s getting fucked, she has this habit of drooling and spitting, so there’s always slobber dripping from her mouth. It’s so fucking sexy I want to slap somebody.

I’ve decided that Kelly Wells needs to be my personal assistant when my friend and I start our porn star fantasy camp. An assistant that I’ll keep on a leash and that will jerk me off under the table at breakfast and then get down and take all of my cum into her mouth.

The best kind.