My Dirty Sinner

Chapter 23: Hacker

☆Soul☆

Last night was fuckin' shit! We got here, and all the security had been tampered with.

And I fuckin' hate this place, not that I ain't had a shag or two in one a these here rooms, but that was when I needed some pussy and was workin' here. I had to get it from somewhere, and I only had a few holes back home that I hadn't had before, so I needed new holes. But my momma worked in a place like this, and it wasn't great for me and my sister.

So this chapter's version of our guy WiFi, known as Hacker, is currently goin' over the club's system to get the feed, back up and runnin'.

It was takin' so long, he called it a night and said we could crash at the clubhouse as they had spare rooms for such occasions. He also had work tomorrow at the shop. He owns his own tech shop, but said that he would work on this while workin' over there.

All his gear and proper equipment were back there in his personal workshop, anyway. He liked to keep an eye on things while someone else took care of the business out front.

So Blaze, Ryder, and I had a few joints and drinks before callin' it a night ourselves. A few a the DSW's tried it on with us, but Blaze told them to fuck off, and told them his old lady would come down here and not just chop his balls off, but kill a bitch, and they backed off.

Ryder was in pussy heaven, though. And I think he ended up takin' three women back to his room.

I drank, told the women to get fucked elsewhere, and then got annoyed with them for not listenin', so I took my drink to the guest room I'd be sleepin' in and got undressed.

I climbed into bed but couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, Kyara's beautiful brown ones, filled with desire, kept starin' back at me. I could even hear her sweet voice demandin' I kiss her. I seriously needed to get off and get this woman outta my head.

I can't sleep with anyone, she's fuckin' ruined that, even from the distance we are, so I take hold of my cock and start strokin' myself as I picture my damn obsession's small hand wrapped around me.

I can still hear the noises she was makin' when I kissed her and pressed myself firmly against her. She was so tiny, fragile,  beautiful, and wantonly innocent, and the thoughts were gettin' me closer to my release.

Closing my eyes, I remember the feel of her clothed pussy pressed against me, as she tried to get some friction to get herself off. I imagine what she would feel like naked beneath me, grippin' my long hair as she tries to pull me down to her and demandin' I fuck her hard, in that sexy as fuck, not so posh, Eliza Doolittle accent.

I'd smother her cries of pleasure as I push my fingers into her, by crashin' my lips to hers. Then I imagine what she would taste like as I part her thighs and bury my head between them, makin' her scream as her walls flutter around my fingers that I push deeper inside her until she cums. Then I’d drag her hips to meet mine and sink my cock into her hot, wet channel. I imagine sinkin' all the way to the hilt, and I know it won’t take me long to cum.

It seems the pictures of her I've conjured in my mind agree, and have the same effect, because I'm then cummin' over myself so damn hard, I can't believe it's to images and by my own hand. I haven't had to jerk off in years.

I go to the bathroom and clean myself up, then get back into bed, drinkin' until I pass out, thinkin' and dreamin' of my obsession. My Tiny.
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BANG!

I groan. This bastard comes in here wakin' me from my fuckin' awesome dream, starin' you know who. My tiny little siren. For fuck sake!

"Soul, Hacker has the system back up now, all 'e 'as ta do is go through all the footage ta find the right camera… Soul… Soul, you awake!?" Blaze bursts out.