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 Joe was mental. Mental was Joe, and Joe was a very mental kid. Joe was a
rapist. He had been tried and convicted several time, yet Joe was still
mental. After his fourteenth conviction, Joe finally realized what a freak
he was and decided to settle down on a small farm. Oh well, such as life,
the altered mentality still remained in Joe. Once a rapist, always a rapist.
But Joe knew how to curb his urges for bondful sex.
 
 Joe was not only mental but a lazy ass fuck. He often ate out (and no, not
in his wakked out sexual sense either), and his favorite hangout was
McDonald's. He somehow craved himself on the grease and fat and caloric foods
prepared at such an establishment.
 
 But as all good establishments go, you've got to have willing and desperate
souls to manage and run these facilities of junk food. Christina was such a
soul. She had started at age sixteen, something to do after school to earn
her some money to pay for a car. Christina sacked them damned burgers hard too,
and by George she EARNED that car. She bought herself a sharp little red
Honda Prelude.
 
 Joe got to know Christina. And everyone else in the joint as a matter of
fact, he ate there so damned much. Christina often wondered if Joe was not
a total wasteoid from eating all that sickening food. Nah, she thought, he
couldn't be. He was too polite and he didn't SEEM wakked out. She did not
however know his past record of rape.
 
 Joe found out Christina's story of working at McDonald's to buy her car.
Joe knew that the car was quite expensive, and learned that in her work life
she had been promoted to Head of the Night Shift. Or what the hell ever the
little Ronald McDonalds that work there call it. That had helped her to build
her savings toward her car.
 
 Joe's urges returned. He had to get to know Christina better. He indirectly
invited himself over to her house by manipulating and guiding their
conversations. He went to her house one Friday night and found that no one
was home. His urges came on stronger than ever. He tried to push them away.
He began talking to her about her sex life, and found out that she wasn't
very active. Ah, a TIGHT BITCH he thought to himself and the urges overwhelmed
him. Why hell she wanted it just as much as he did. They found that out quick
when he rammed his hand down through her laced panties and felt that her
pussy was dripping wet. They went to the bedroom and he dimmed the lights.
They stripped quickly and began sucking and licking each other all over. They
were not into "love making"; each believed in "bang me hard or it's no good"
sex. So Christina lay spread-eagled on the bed and Joe punced on her, mounted
her, slid his erect and rock-hard cock into her. He banged her hard and banged
her good, they both came hard and the orgasms conked them out. They fell
asleep soon after the hard sex, naked and completely hormonal.
 
 They awoke the next morning and Christina woke up Joe by sucking on his dick.
She told him how good he was last night. Joe rose to his feet and shoved his
erecting dick into her mouth and she gave him head. He again came hard then to
piss her off he briskly left for his home. She loved his sexuality, his rapist
tendencies turned towards practical use. Damn't he was running low on money,
buying shit constantly at McDonald's. If he weren't even hungry he would go
just to see Christina. He finally got tired of money loss and made a deal
with her.
 
 Joe in all his psychopathicness made a deal with this little McDonald's
hostess and Night Shift Manager. He said he would bang her all the time
if she would give him free hamburgers. Christina reluctantly said yes; she
would get into so much trouble if caught but OH! How she wanted Joe's hard-up
straight-forward bang-me-dirty sex.
 
 One day Joe went in and ordered two Big Macs. Christina tried to take his
money but Joe lowered his head and winked slyly at her. "Aaaahh yes sir just
a moment". She went to the back and motioned him to come to the employee door.
She slipped him out the two Big Macs and a note. Joe went to his car and got
in. He slipped open the note. It said "Meet me at the Kinks-R-Us Singles
bar tonight at 8". At the bottom of the note was a large lipstick print of
Christina's lips.
 
 Joe managed through the rest of the afternoon, constantly hard, craving
Christina's cunt. Finally 8 rolled around and he was by no chance late to
Kinks-R-Us. He walked in and saw Christina sitting on a barstool across the
room. He saw her and she lifted what little of miniskirt she had on. Joe
could see up her thigh that she was wear no sort of underpants. He went over
and sat next to her and bought her a drink. In fact he bought her several
drinks. He wanted it kinky, he wanted her DRUNK. He didn't want her to the
point of "puke and pass out" so he moderated the amount she had. They left
the bar.
 
 Joe drove Christina, a drunken Christina, to the beautiful springtime
countryside. It was around 10pm now, and it was pitch black. Joe parked
the car up an abandoned road. He carried Christina from the car to the edge
of a newly plowed field. He found a spot in an area near some trees that
had soft dirt and smooth leaves. He lay Christina on the ground. She was
laughing in her drunken bliss and ripped her tight TIGHT leather miniskirt
from her body. She slipped her blouse off and fought to unhook her bra. Joe
helped her get it off and slipped her panties to the ground. Joe sat down and
began removing his own damned clothes; Christina was running around laughing
like a small child. She ran over to Joe and stuck her wet hairy pussy in his
face. He licked it and drove his tongue deep into her. She moved away and
began doing cartwheels. Joe walked up to her and grabbed her. She stopped
suddenly and looked serious. It last no more than a few seconds. Joe rammed
his long hard eager dick into her and she became seious again. He removed it
and threw her on the ground. She spread her legs and began fingering herself
screaming "Do it to me Joe, fuck me oh fuck me please I WANT your DICK
Joe!" Joe "inserted tab A into slot B" and began to slowly fuck her. Horny
as hell, the two were slowly going at it; teasing their hormones. Finally
Joe felt himself getting so damned horny and began pumping his thighs, ramming
his dick in and out, in and out until he came so hard his eardrums popped.
He allowed Christina to lick his dick. He tongued her sweet wet cunt and
finally he dressed himself, well, he dressed her too, she was too far bombed
and asphyxiated from some damned good sex.
 
 He drove her home and put her to bed. Hell she was already asleep. He left
and went home. The next day he did not fail, he made his rounds to McDonalds.
Again he put two Big Macs on his Sex Credit and left.
 
 Needless to say that night they again had some hot horny sex. And every
night afterwards. He banged her for burgers, and he would never go hungry
again. In more ways than one.
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