She sat sulking at the hotel bar, crantini untouched. How had she fallen for this again? She thought she had found someone who really cared in Carlson. She thought she could look past the little ribbons of flesh hanging off his face like tiny bloody tassels. She thought she could get used to the smell of his fishy fingers touching her neck, trying to hold the hands of her vestigial arms. Fucking men are all the same she thought to herself and sighed.
Cherry looks down at her left foot and notices that a strap has come undone on her shoe, she leans down and uses all four hands to quickly fix the loose strap and as she sits up she notices someone has sit down in the stool next to her.
He is a good looking young man of about 26 years of age. Stubble just long enough to grate against the inside of her thighs and rub her raw. He looked completely normal other than one eye was brown and the other green. His right earlobe stretched down to form a fluid dripping uncircumcised penis that nearly touched his shoulder and wagged back and forth as he moved his head around to smile at her. She noticed a set of testicles tucked right behind this ear.
“Hi, can I buy you a drink?” He asked, never moving his eyes from hers.
She looked down at her own drink as if to say I already have a drink, you fucking moron! But she just reached over and knocked it off the bar with one of her good hands.
“Sure,” she said with a smile. “Cherry.” She reached out with her normal arm as if to shake hands.
“Paul. Can I shake the other?” He asked, looking hungrily at her vestigial arms hung right between two perfect (or so he thought) breasts.
She blushed, then complied; tiny, withered, reddened, and wrinkled hand reaching over to grasp his strong perfectly formed hand. He held it just an instant to long, his eyes rolling up in his head and his mouth parting slightly, moistening his lips with a seemingly forked tongue. Noticing the tongue, she could not stop thinking about his face between her legs, stubble rubbing against her thighs, forked tongue whipping in and out driving her up the bed posts.
“So what will it be? Sprite spritzer? Apple martini? Pabst Blue Ribbon?” He asks her, smile never leaving his perfect lips.
“Apple martini sounds nice.” She smiled back.
He ordered the drink from the bartender who was already standing there mopping up her previous drink. It was on the bar in front of her instantly and they began small talk which moved on to boisterous flirting and unhidden innuendo. About halfway through the conversation he placed his hand on her knee. Ever so slowly as they talked it moved closer and closer to her snatches. By the time it had gotten to the first one she was nearly dripping wet, he landed a strong finger on the little bud of flesh that sufficed as her right clitoris. She moved closer to him as his hand pulsated beneath her little black dress.
“My room is upstairs, if you would like to see it,” She whispered into his ear. A flicker of light shone behind his green eye and his smile stretched from ear to penis ear. They made their way to her room on the fourth floor of the hotel, making out heavily in the elevator and then again against her door as she fumbled in her purse for the key card.
Once in her room he tossed her to the bed and broke the straps of her little black dress which he threw to the floor. He roughly removed her bra to show her third nipple; dark, perky, and erect off the side of her left breast. At the sight of this his ear penis slid from its sheathe and began throbbing up and down with his heart beat, shaking from side to side as he breathed heavily.
Before she knew it her right vagina had been penetrated with his regular cock and he was pounding away, making funny faces at her and squealing out undecipherable pig-like phrases. She was a little sad she didn’t get the cunnilingus she was looking forward to, but she would take what she could get after the Carlson let down. As this thought crossed her mind he pulled a leather strap out of the inside pocket of the suit jacket he was still wearing and wrapped it around her neck.She wanted to scream but his talented hands closed her windpipe instantly. All four of her hands reaching up trying to loosen the strap in vain. She began to see spots.
An evil grin crossed his face and the head of his ear penis was red and swollen. As her vision dimmed she could see the balls behind his ear draw in in closer to his head as the ear penis began spraying semen all over the wall beside the bed. Carlson wasn’t so bad after all.
