Sugar Ray was a dead fuck.
All form and no substance.
I don't think we have a need for you, I told her.
'Fuck me like you mean it,' I said, trying to get a response from the cadaver.
It would come down to a matter of pride.
If she had any, she might rise to the occasion.
Just imagine you are fucking Brad Pitt, I told her.
'But I like fat dirty old men.'
Well prove it, I said.
We ditched the submarine after beaching it on the north coast of Borneo.
The tropical island was lush and a cornucopia of fruit.
There was even a bungalow, with a queen-size bed and all the modern trappings of this century.
Then five natives arrived.
'No need to prove anything,' I said to Sugar Ray as I sized up these big titted beauties in front of me.
'Fuck me hard.'
That's the only English the girls knew.
I told Sugar Ray to stop looking on like a voyeur and prove to me she was not a dead fuck.
The sight of big tits and tight asses and dripping wet pussy got her into the mood.
This was heaven, on a stick.
Then I passed out.
I woke up in a hospital.
'It was a fucking set for the American series called Survivor,' said Max.
Well then what the fuck am I doing in this hospital then, I asked.
Apparently Sugar Ray put some tranquilizers on her nipples and you passed out.
Had to be barbituates, I said.
I really was in heaven I said to Max.
'Wait, there is more,' he said, before signing me out for discharge, 'this episode that you were in was aired nationally and got the biggest ratings since the moon landing. Black Lives Matters is yesterday's news.'
I bet Langely would be happy.
'They are,' said Max who handed me a bag of currency,' freshly minted and about one mil there.'
Well fuck a duck, I said, looks like we are back in business.
All form and no substance.
I don't think we have a need for you, I told her.
'Fuck me like you mean it,' I said, trying to get a response from the cadaver.
It would come down to a matter of pride.
If she had any, she might rise to the occasion.
Just imagine you are fucking Brad Pitt, I told her.
'But I like fat dirty old men.'
Well prove it, I said.
We ditched the submarine after beaching it on the north coast of Borneo.
The tropical island was lush and a cornucopia of fruit.
There was even a bungalow, with a queen-size bed and all the modern trappings of this century.
Then five natives arrived.
'No need to prove anything,' I said to Sugar Ray as I sized up these big titted beauties in front of me.
'Fuck me hard.'
That's the only English the girls knew.
I told Sugar Ray to stop looking on like a voyeur and prove to me she was not a dead fuck.
The sight of big tits and tight asses and dripping wet pussy got her into the mood.
This was heaven, on a stick.
Then I passed out.
I woke up in a hospital.
'It was a fucking set for the American series called Survivor,' said Max.
Well then what the fuck am I doing in this hospital then, I asked.
Apparently Sugar Ray put some tranquilizers on her nipples and you passed out.
Had to be barbituates, I said.
I really was in heaven I said to Max.
'Wait, there is more,' he said, before signing me out for discharge, 'this episode that you were in was aired nationally and got the biggest ratings since the moon landing. Black Lives Matters is yesterday's news.'
I bet Langely would be happy.
'They are,' said Max who handed me a bag of currency,' freshly minted and about one mil there.'
Well fuck a duck, I said, looks like we are back in business.
