Stagger Lee

Po-lice officer, how can it be?
You can 'rest everybody but cruel Stagolee
That bad man, oh cruel Stagolee

-Traditional American blues song

He was the sort of man who let you know straight up he wasn't nothing nice, a thug, roughneck, if you like, or in his word, "scan-o-lous."

Once he had me in the motel room, he didn't even give me the time to undress. He just pushed me back on the mattress and reached under my blouse to pull out my tits. He took a moment to twist my nipples, then went straight for the object of his intentions, wrenching apart my thighs to spread my legs, tugged my panties in one snap down to my ankles, slammed back my knees and plunged two fingers sharply up the cylinder of my pussy. He obviously liked what he felt inside. "Oh, yeah," he said, "you're fuckin' wet! Fuckin' wet already, you nasty Bitch!"

Feigning protest, I struggled to get up, to escape my prone position on the mattress. Well, not really, of course, but just enough "struggle" to make that big pipe inside his trousers rise to attention. With one sweep of his big right hand he ripped down his zipper, reached inside and fumbled to pull himself out. "You want it? You want it, Bitch?" He didn't even wait for a reply, answering for me, "Yeah, I know you do? I know you been wanting some of this big dick!"

He seized the back of my skull and wrapped my hair into a knot around his fist, then dragged me up to his crotch, and jammed my head down on his dick. I gagged, much to his delight. "Choke on it! Choke on it, bitch!" he raved, taking special delight at the tears that began to reflexively roll down my cheeks.

Yeah, I'm Stagger Lee
and you better get down on your knees
and suck my dick, because if you don't
you're gonna be dead, said Stagolee,
That bad man, oh cruel Stagolee

He tossed me back onto the mattress and mounted, then with one cruel thrust, he stuck it in me. It made me squeal, "Oh, gawd!" I shrieked, "It's too big, too big for me like that!"

"Shut-up Bitch!" he snapped back, "nothin's too big for you, nothin's too big, you fuckin' Bitch!" He drilled down deep, "Now take it! Take this Mutha-fuckin' dick, Bitch!"

"Goddamn! Godamn!" I protested without effect. "Shut-up, Bitch!" he said, "You love it, Bitch, you know you do! You love this big long dick!"

"Come off that shit "he growled, "Bitch you know you want it! Maybe I should get on my cell and call my ro-dogs, so you can give everybody a play of that pussy. Would you like that?" he asked. "I might" I responded. "Yeah, I figured" he said with a smirk, "You seem like that type."

He pulled it all the way out and wagged it's big glistening head in the direction of my face and then drove it deep, deep and hard, all the way to the hilt. Stuck it fast, too, with a rib-shaking thud, all the way to the bottom of me, then just for good measure he pulled it back out and stuck it back in again, harder than the first time.

"Oh yeah, yeah, there it go, there it go," he barked, "Your poppin' now, Bitch, poppin wet!"

Truth be told, the big long pipe was gliding easy, gliding in and out without resistance, with me gone foaming wet. He crushed down on top of me, rolling it in and out, running up and back against the walls, finding that feeling he liked, then finally settling in on a steady driving power hump.

Oh yeah, I thought. This is fuckin! This is how I want it, this is how I need it, but I couldn't form the words to tell him. Instead I pulled at his shoulders and threw out my legs, threw them out wide. He had me now, the way I love to let a man use me for his pleasure, and the size of him, that big monster dick, made it seem so total.

Go, Stagolee, go, Stagolee!
Go, Stagolee, go, Stagolee!

Then I must have hollered, though I can't remember, but I felt my eyes roll back and my toes curl up and then I got it. Got it like a bomb going off inside. That cum, that filthy cum, I crave. He let loose a chuckle, I think, and then as if on cue, I felt his muscles tighten, his whole body stiffen, and with a loud satisfied grunt that made my bones vibrate, I could feel his thick cum spurt deep up inside me. Spurt all the way to parts unknown.

He rolled off me and rested quietly for a moment, beads of sweat formed on his forehead while he rested. I touched his shoulder gently, but he brushed me aside. Rising from the bed be gathered up my clothes and wadded them in is big hands. He hurled the ball of cloth at my head, "Get dressed, Bitch! Get out! We're Done!"

That bad man, oh cruel Stagolee