[This one is kind of generic, so sue me]


The thing about me is, I'm a horny guy. I pay for the Fuckstop™ Gold Pass, because when you visit more than about three times a week, it's just more economical. I usually go twice a day, even when I have a boyfriend -- yeah, I'm proudly bi -- and they're practically paying me.

The 'Stop closest to my place, practically around the corner from my apartment in fact, has a great feature that I'm surprised hasn't been implemented everywhere yet. When a head falls, it gets carried by a conveyor to a big glass bin facing the street. So far so good, right? Well, get this : the bin is set up as a claw machine! There's almost always a line of guys and gals waiting to put their money in and grab a head to take with them wherever they're going. Oh, come on. Girls get horny too, you know, and a head is good for more than sticking your dick in. A girl can clench it between her thighs while she rides the bus or whatever, and have a good time doing that.

Anyway, when I go to the 'Stop, believe it or not, the first thing I'm looking for in the line of eager butts wiggling to entice me, is hair. Why? Because of the message it sends. This isn't a girl who went out today planning to put her neck under a blade, it says. She didn't primp and prep. This is a girl who was walking down the street, on her way from somewhere to somewhere else, with something unrelated on her mind, and when she passed by it suddenly occurred to her, `hey, I could get my cunt fucked and my neck chopped!' Spontaneity! That's what I love and want to reward. That's the girl I want to put my dick in. That's the girl whose life I want to end.

Sometimes I'm spoiled for choice and there'll be two or three bushy girls. Sometimes they're all waxed and groomed to the last degree, and I have to pick some other way. You can pretty much expect that they're all going to be somewhere between dripping and gushing from excitement, so that doesn't help. On the occasion that I go into a 'Stop where the girls are on their backs, I'll typically pick one with meaty thighs and a chubby belly, if I can. A girl like that doesn't always have the best tits, and half the fun of face-up is watching the tits jiggle and bounce, but the extra cushioning makes for a more comfortable hump. In a more conventional face-down setting, I'll look for a girl who seems to have a nice big pussy. I like to put my thumb up her ass while I'm fucking cunt, so too much tightness is a disadvantage. Dark skin is nice for the contrast, since once you get their flaps open, girls are pretty much all the same pink color inside.

Now, I don't know about you guys, but one thing I don't like is to finish and then hit the button. Most of the time, when I'm riding that pre-orgasmic high, just at the point of no return, that's when I like to drop her head, let those wonderful spasms milk me to a really thundering come. A lot of the time, when a girl's face-down, she'll squirt when her head comes off, and that just makes the whole thing more delicious.

This morning, though, I just wanted a good old-fashioned necro fuck. Now, I'm not as big into necro as my friend Greg. He's the Necro Guy. He's always got a hot girl dangling by the neck in his living room, and a stepstool next to her. But you have to admit, it's so good. No clenching, no rocking back, just soft and yielding and pliable like the most perfect humpy-pillow in the world. So I made my way to a 'Stop with several face-up stations, and... jackpot! A chubby dark-skinned girl, with frankly awesome all-day suckers, a nice carpet of crotchfur, and rumpled-looking like she had just rolled out of bed and shuffled downstairs to find a bench. I walked up between her legs, laid one hand down on her belly with my thumb over her clit, and hit her button and the guillotine button at the same time. Score! Yeah, she squirted for me, all over my crotch. You can guess I was throbbing hard by this point. I hitched her knees up over my shoulders, wrapping my arms around her thighs so I could get my hands on her tits, and slid in. There really is nothing in this world like that first push into the slack warmth of a freshly-dead cunt, killed for your personal pleasure.

I got my nut almost immediately, but that was no problem. I knew I had plenty of juice left, and no reason to waste the high, so I kept fucking for a few minutes and came a second time. In my experience, the first one is short and sharp, spurt! spurt! spurt! but the second one is longer and almost gentle, like a flow. I love that second climax.

The mission of the Public Relief Station System is to assure everyone access to sexual relief and gratification, when they need it, and I think they're doing a great job. Genuinely, the Fuckstop is such a wonderful thing, and one of the best things about it is the variety. It never, never gets stale. There's always a new once-in-a-lifetime experience to be had.