Dirt Bag (Prick Magnet Book 1)

by Nadia Wild

  “Live a little. The only thing that's going to be getting murdered is my vagina with his sledge hammer of a cock.” Tiffany stuck her tongue out at me.

  “Whatever you say. Guess what I did?” I bit my lip.

  “Deleted Aaron’s number finally?” Her eyes widened with hope.

  “No…” I rolled my eyes, “I signed up on a dating site.”

  “I don’t believe you. Let me see.” She held her hand out for my phone, pulling the page up and I passed it over to her.

  “Damn, woman… what happened to you? Where did my little cry baby Best Friend go?” Tiffany teased.

  “She left with all of my hair back there.” I pointed back toward the direction of the salon and Tiffany threw her fist toward me for a fist bump.

  “Fuck yeah. That’s what I wanted to hear.” She smiled at me proudly and kissed my cheek, and then kept poking around on my phone as we walked out of the doors, she almost ran into someone so I pushed her to the side of me.

  “What are you doing?” I asked nervously.

  “Finding you a match.”

  “Um let me do that, and you pay attention to where you’re walking.” I snatched my phone from her grip.

  “Too late, already matched you with MrPlaya69x0.” Tiffany stated proudly.

  I quickly looked at his profile and saw he wasn’t too bad of a looking guy. He sported a nice defined six-pack, a little thin for my liking but whatever. Nice scruff on his sharp jaw and a backward hat. The only thing that really seemed to pose an issue was the floral pink bathroom his pictures were taken in and the fact it shows he’s in between careers. This is just a hook up. Not your soulmate, I reminded myself. As soon as we reached her car, we slid in and sat there while she freshened her up in her visor mirror.

  Ding!

  An alert went off and showed I had a message from @MrPlaya69x0.

  “Fuck. What do I do?” I asked Tiff. My hands were getting clammy and I felt a nervous knot form in my stomach.

  “Um, first you read his message and then you reply…” Tiffany sighed as she finger brushed her long blonde locks.

  I opened the message and my mouth dropped, a tingle zinged between my thighs and I felt almost guilty. Staring back at me was a mammoth of a cock. I’d never seen something so big in my life, though I didn’t have much to compare it too. I’d only ever seen one real life penis and the other penises I saw were just dildos. His cock was veiny, thick, and erect.

  “I-I… uh-umm… I don’t know how to reply!”

  I threw my phone at Tiff and she surprisingly caught it and looked down at the screen.

  “That’s a nice one! Say, it’s so big you can already feel it poking your ribs.”

  “Hell no! I can’t say that.” I gasped in shock, my mind clouded with the image of his cock. Tiffany interrupted my thoughts by handing my phone back to me. I looked down to find that she had already sent the message on my behalf.

  What the fuck…

  I slapped her arm and she started laughing.

  “Come on, you need this excitement! Just hook up with him. With a username like that and being on this app, he’s exactly what you need right now.” Tiffany smirked at me. She did have a point. I just didn’t know how to hook up with someone; I’d never done it before.

  Ding!

  He responded within seconds. I took a deep breath before glancing down at my screen to see what he’d sent.

  @MrPlaya69x0: When and where?

  “He asked when and where… what do I say?” My eyes widened and Tiffany proudly smirked at me.

  “Say tonight. We can go out to the gay bar, get you a little liquored up to make things less awkward for you, and then you guys can hook up in my backseat or his backseat. Just make sure you turn your location on and send it to me frequently if you decide to leave with him.” Tiffany spouted off.

  “Ugh… okay. Here goes nothing.”

  @DownForTheD_DJ: Okay. Meet me at Club Y at 10pm.

  @MrPlaya69x0: No car. Pick me up at 178 Holland Dr.

  No car. In between careers. Takes his photos in his grandmother’s or mother’s bathroom… yeah, definitely just a hook up.

  “He doesn’t have a car… I have to pick him up.” I muttered out to Tiff and she chuckled.

  “Okay, well, I guess no drinking beforehand…” Tiffany backed out of the parking spot and we headed back toward our apartment.

  A smile stretched upon my lips and heat filled my cheeks, I stared out of the open window and soaked in the breeze as it laced between my fingers and blew against my freshly cut hair.

  I’m getting fucked tonight.

  CHAPTER 3

  I borrowed a pair of Tiffany’s skintight black ripped jeans, a pair of her black combat boots, and I threw on an old Aerosmith tank top I had that my mother handed down to me years ago.

  Tiffany finished slipping into a pair of high-heeled boots and then answered her phone. It was the military guy from the mall that she’d hooked up with. I don’t recall the last time that Tiffany had been this excited about a guy, in fact, I don’t know that she ever has been. Tiffany has always been very coldhearted and has never really given a fuck about any guy. She’s independent, hardheaded, and has a backbone made of bricks. I looked up to Tiffany in so many ways, I knew her and all of her quirks and I’d never seen her act this way. If she happened to find the one in a mall parking lot followed by a quick fuck in a fitting room, then finding someone for myself shouldn’t be that complicated.

  Grabbing my purse from the hook next to the front door, we left. Yet again, passing by Mr. 38. Tiffany grabbed her crotch and moaned and I thought Mr. 38 was going to fall over from cardiac arrest. I shook my head at her and scrolled through my potential candidates on the app.

  Men upon men upon men. Some good looking, some not so much, some unbelievably beautiful that I was almost certain they had to be catfish. Seriously, never ending dick. I felt like a kid in a candy store unsure of if I wanted something sweet, sour, soft, or hard. I had matched up with three guys in less than the time it took us to walk from the apartment door to the car that was picking us up. Tiff had ordered us an Uber that way we could both drink and not worry about finding a ride or walking home.

  “Okay, so where are you guys going to get it on?” Tiffany smeared a fresh coat of dark red lipstick onto her plump lips.

  “Um… I don’t know. I could have the driver bring us back to the club?” I questioned.

  “Yeah, that’d work then you guys can just go behind the dumpster in the alley.” Tiffany suggested it very nonchalant as though it were something of the norm.

  “That sounds really sanitary.” I stuck my finger in my mouth and fake gagged at her.

  “You’re hooking up with a stranger… let’s not act like we have high standards, D.J.” She furrowed a brow at me and I sighed.

  My nerves were going whacky and I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to follow through with this. The driver pulled up in front of Club Y and I hopped out behind Tiffany.

  “What are you doing?” She looked puzzled.

  “Um… I’m going in to take a few shots before I go get fucked by a random stranger.” I paused and looked in at the driver. “Stay right here, I’ll be back out in like ten minutes.” The driver nodded and Tiffany and I took off toward the club entrance.

  As soon as we entered the building the strobe lights and black lights lit everything up, bright neon colors everywhere I turned, it looked like a rave. We walked up to the bar, hand in hand to show we were spoken for even though neither of us really were.

  “What can I get you sweet things?” The bartender was dressed in drag and looked like a beauty Queen. I was mesmerized by his makeup and wished I could look that flawless.

  “Two triple shots of vodka and pineapple juice for us to chase it down.” Tiffany ordered for us.

  “Pineapple juice for a chaser?” I questioned.

  “Yeah. Pineapple juice is supposed to make your goodies taste good and it’s supposed to make cum taste goo
d, too. I don’t fucking know, just drink it.” Tiffany rambled off.

  “Hmmm… okay.” I shrugged and we clinked our triple shots together in cheers and then we tipped them back to our mouths. I winced from the burn and tried not to gag as I quickly reached for the pineapple juice, chugging it down to keep all of the contents of my stomach from coming up.

  Tiffany wasn’t bothered by her shot at all and ordered another round for us. The bartender quickly delivered our second round and we repeated, I gagged on the shot and chugged the juice. Tiffany didn’t even flinch.

  “Alright, now get out of here.” She shoved me toward the doors.

  I walked out to the car where our driver had waited for me patiently; a feeling of warmth and tingling graced my lips and flooded my stomach. I opened the car door and slid in, then searched my messages with @MrPlaya69x0 and gave the driver his address. The alcohol began to hit me harder, I guessed my nerves didn’t help matters much. After about five minutes the car pulled out front of a small home.

  @DownForTheD_DJ: Here

  I sent the message and focused on steadying my breathing.

  “You all right back there?” The lady driving asked with a concerned look upon her face.

  “Oh, yeah. I’m fine…” I lied. I wasn’t fine. Not fine at all. Sex for me something I have only shared with one person. What am I supposed to do if he’s fucking me and air gets caught in my vag and it makes a fart noise? I wouldn’t be comfortable with him. I didn’t know him. Do I laugh if that happens? Or do I cry and run?

  After panicking on the inside for a solid three minutes, MrPlaya69x0 came strutting out of his home and toward the car.

  Butterflies the size of bats swarmed my stomach and for a moment I thought I was going to vomit. He was dressed in backward flat bill, skinny jeans with a shoestring for a belt, a black and gray striped tank top, and his arms were covered in ink. I took a deep breath just before he opened the car door and slid into the back. His musky cologne flooded the car, but not overbearingly.

  His deep dark brown eyes met mine and he reached his hand out to shake mine.

  “Franco Orisi.” He stated with a slight grin. “First time with the app, huh?”

  “Uh yup…” I smiled nervously. “Oh, and the name’s Devin but I go by D.J.” I muttered.

  “I knew the D.J. part because of your username.” He winked at me and smiled, his teeth were perfect.

  Thank God.

  Images of his long thick cock flooded my brain and the ache in my center grew as I scanned his body with my lustful gaze. Franco exuded confidence with a dirt bag kind of vibe. It was sickening how attracted I was to him sexually.

  “Hey, it’s okay. If you’re uncomfortable we don’t have to do this. We can just hang out for awhile at the club and have a good time dancing and then I can walk home.” Franco gave me a soft look and I melted right there. There was no way in hell I was leaving him tonight without getting railed by his massive schlong.

  I was dicktermined.

  “No, no. I’m totally fine. We’re doing this shit.” I smiled and puffed out my chest.

  The car pulled up out front of Club Y and he got out first and held the door open for me, reaching for my hand to help me out.

  “So why Club Y? You know it’s a gay club, right?” He questioned.

  “Yep, my best friend is actually inside waiting for my arrival.” I admitted.

  “Best friend, huh? Already introducing me to your friends?” He wrapped his arm around the small of my back and tingles zinged through my veins. “I really dig your hair, by the way.” His voice was low and laced with sex. I wanted to sit on his face.

  Jesus. I hadn’t realized how sex deprived I actually was.

  We entered the club and I spotted Tiffany standing in front of two big muscular guys. No frickin’ way, it was the military man and his friend.

  “Hey, uh… do you mind pretending to be my boyfriend while we’re here?” The question flew out of my mouth before I could even process what I’d asked of him.

  “What?” He looked at me with a puzzled stare.

  “N-never mind.” I stuttered my response and shook my head, knowing it was a dumb question to ask him in the first place. We shuffled through the dancing crowd and just before we reached Tiffany, Christopher, and Jared, I felt Franco’s hand intertwine with mine. Butterflies flooded my belly and a smile stretched across my face.

  Yes! It won’t be awkward around Jared now.

  Tiffany’s eyes scanned Franco from head to toe and toe to head, and then she looked at me and shot me a wink with a smile.

  “Hey, guys.” I shouted over the loud music.

  Tiffany chucked up two fingers in the peace sign toward Franco and greeted him, “Sup?” Franco returned a peace sign and then shook both of the guys’ hands.

  “Just here to party.” Franco finally responded and I looked toward Tiffany and shot a glance from her to the bar.

  “We’re going to go to the ladies room, you boys don’t have too much fun.” Tiffany excused both of us from the group and we walked off toward the bathrooms. “Ummm okay, spill. What the fuck is he holding your hand for and why are you guys back here?” Tiffany rambled off.

  “I asked him if he’d pretend to be my boyfriend for the time that we’re here because I didn’t want things to get awkward and feel obligated to talk to Jared and like feel guilty that we don’t hit off because he’s just not my type.” I responded in a loud whisper as we stood in the long line for the bathroom.

  “Okay, well you need to go get railed and find out what moves he’s working with. Don’t waste your time here, what the hell are you thinking?” Tiffany reprimanded me.

  “I needed more alcohol! A complete stranger can’t rail me with a mammoth cock without any alcohol in my system to help me through it. Aaron was like half of his size.” I admitted and my face grew hot with embarrassment.

  Tiffany threw her head back against the wall and sighed heavily, then lifted her head back straight, narrowing her eyes at me.

  “Get the fuck out of here right now and go have has many orgasms as he can give you.” She grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me toward the bar. “We’ll do a few shots and then you get the hell out of here and go get pounded.” She reached for my vag and grasped it with her palm. “She needs it. You need this.”

  I batted her hand away from my crotch and we both cracked up laughing.

  “I want whiskey this time, the cinnamon kind. I can’t hang with vodka anymore.” I spoke out over the music into her ear.

  Tiffany held a thumb up and I turned behind me in the direction of the guys, Franco was talking with Christopher and Jared and seemed to fit in quite well.

  “Two triple shots of your cinnamon whiskey, chilled. Two sodas for the chasers.” Tiffany hollered our order to the bartender and we both took our shots. I squirmed from the burn, but it was so much better than vodka.

  “Alright. I’m gonna go get fucked. I’m ready for this.” I banged my chest with my fists like a gorilla.

  “Jesus. Yes, get out of here.” Tiffany pushed me toward the group and I motioned to Franco that we were gonna head out.

  “So soon?” Jared lowered his face and I offered an awkward smile.

  “Yeah, we’re gonna head out. We have a big day tomorrow.” Franco interjected and I wanted nothing more than sit on his cock right here, right now.

  We exited the bar and he pulled me toward the alley.

  “Where are we going?” I asked nervously.

  “Behind this dumpster.” Franco laughed.

  “What? No! I cannot fuck behind a dumpster.” I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

  “Well, I think you’d rather fuck here than back at my roommate’s place.” Franco furrowed a brow at me.

  “Your roommate? You mean your mother?” I blurted out with a loud laugh and then regretted what I’d just said. “I mean not that that’s a—” Franco cut me off, pressing his lips against mine, soft, supple lips. The scruff from his top lip l
ightly scratching mine. He pulled his lips away as his hands grasped my hips firmly.

  “She’s my roommate. An elderly lady was looking for someone on Craig’s List to move in with her rent free as long as I take care of her cats, her lawn, any plumbing issues, and take her to bingo on Thursday nights at 7 o’clock sharp.”

  Right then, that’s when it hit happened. My center instantly swelled with need and I could already feel I was dripping wet for him. Instincts overtook my body and I pushed him with force up against the brick wall of the building behind the green dumpster, not a second later Franco had flipped me around and shoved me up against the wall. Ripping my jeans off and my panties along with them, he shoved his hand between my thighs and slid a couple fingers through my wetness.

  “Fuck.” He blurted out and sank his teeth into his other fist.

  “Yes, that’s what we’re supposed to be doing so get busy.” I snipped at him, not knowing why I was becoming filled with rage. I needed him. I needed him to fill me.

  I fumbled with the waistband of his jeans and lowered them enough to where his cock flung out. Completely erect, long, thick, glorious. I’d never seen anything so delicious in my life. The ache in my center grew and I knew I’d probably come the moment he stuck that damn thing inside of me.

  “You ready? You sure you want this?” Franco bit his bottom lip and took his backward hat off and placed it onto my head.

  “Yes, fuck me already.” I growled with impatience as he slipped a condom onto his long cock. He pushed his body against mine and began teasing my clit with the tip of his cock. Running it up and down my slit, and flicking it across my clit. His movements sent tingles through my spine and stomach. Pushing his cock into my entrance, I gasped as the girth stretched me.

  “Oh… my… God…” I squealed as he pushed himself deeper, clear to the hilt. He started thrusting his hips and gripped my ass firmly with his palms. His lips met my neck, just in the right spot as it instantly sent chills across my body. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of me filled the air and moans began escaping my mouth. It felt as though my body was being lifted and I was flying through the air. Moving his lips to mine, he swirled his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues danced around one another’s as he thrust inside of me and I grinded my pussy against his length. The pressure building and building in my center, pushing me to the brink of an orgasm. I quickly moved my face away from him and let out a loud scream that he swiftly muffled with his palm, I came all over his cock and he kept going. Not slowing his pace a bit, he reached his hand between us and started playing with my clit as he fucked me. Another orgasm building, my toes scrunched in the boots. I bit my lip to keep my scream of pleasure inside of me. I’ve never had more than one orgasm during sex and sometimes I didn’t even get that.