Jenny_Jackson
Psycho Bitch
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Ok, I've been asked by a number of people to let poor Harry Dick and his Cock get laid. In the latest (as yet incomplete) story, he does.
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I still say getting laid ain't funny. Not getting laid is.
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“Yeah, that's me,” Harry boasted, puffing out his chest. “Greatest cock in New York.” Harry smiled his usual leer.
“Mr. Dick do you think you could show me how really good you are?” Brenda batted her eye lashes.
“Boioioioioioioioioionnnnggg!” shouted Harry's Cock in mock exaggeration.
“Umm. Sure. Of course,” Harry stammered, hardly believing his luck. “Just crawl up on my desk and drop your drawers.”
Harry's Cock ripped and tore at Harry's fly trying to escape.
“Come here, Big Boy,” Brenda cooed. She was, of course, only playing out a part written for her. In other stories she had been a garbage man named Tony, a cab driver name Muhammad and a well-known, disease-ridden hooker who went by a number of different names. This, however, was her first “starring role” and she intended to make the best of it.
Harry loosened his belt and unzipped his fly. Harry's Cock screamed, “Come and get it, baby.” Harry, on the other hand, tried to be suave and sophisticated by tearing Brenda's blouse open and latching on to her left tit with an unbreakable lip lock.
I still say getting laid ain't funny. Not getting laid is.