Free Sociopaths In Love by Andersen Prunty Page A

to stay the night. They were about an hour
away from the Indiana border.
    "I hope there wasn't much in the car you
needed. I really just threw all your shit in there to have
something to do. It didn't look like anything that couldn't be
replaced."
    "Everything can be replaced."
    "Tomorrow, if you want, we can find a
different car and hit a store. You can get some new clothes and
makeup. Girl shit."
    "That'd be nice."
    "I really want to eat you out. Like, right
now."
    Erica shook her head. "No way. I'm way too
nasty."
    "I can fix that."
    Maybe he knew what he was doing. Erica
wasn't sure. He pulled the car off an exit that didn't have a
number. There was something that looked like a truck stop,
fluorescent and glowing. Erica's stomach rumbled. There would be
food at a truck stop. But, despite the overall open appearance of
it, there wasn't a single person or vehicle on the grounds.
    "I'm not taking a whore's bath in a shitty
truck stop."
    "I've got a better idea. Besides, you'll do
what I want you to."
    Erica thought about arguing with him but it
hadn't been terrible so far. And it was better than really
thinking. Her brain still felt tired. She decided to commit when it
was convenient to her. Besides, Walt had proclaimed his desire to
eat her out which meant whatever he had planned might be kind of
sexual. While she didn't ever want to see herself as submissive in
her day to day life she had decided that, sexually, since meeting
Walt, she kind of got off on it. And then she wondered if that had
been the problem with the boys who'd come before him. Maybe they
weren't dominant enough. Maybe they weren't mean enough. Maybe they
weren't rough enough.
    Walt pulled the car past a bank of diesel
pumps and stopped in front of a cinderblock stall.
    A car wash.
    He hopped out of the car and stripped off
his clothes. He motioned for her to do the same thing.
    "I'll do you first and then you do me."
    She was glad it was warm. She removed her
filthy clothes and clamped them against the wall in the spot
usually reserved for floor mats. Walt just dropped his onto the
ground. The lights in the stall were bright and fluorescent, making
her look ghostly and pale. Every blemish and bruise glowed from her
legs. She also noticed dirt and grime around her kneecaps and
fingertips, the folds of her knuckles.
    Walt fed coins into the
control module and Erica thought, Machines
are a weakness . She had just enough time to
cover her face before the first blast of water hit her. It stung
but felt good and cleansing and she almost came when he sprayed her
vagina.
    "Sit down. Spread your legs."
    Erica grabbed his jeans and sat down on
them, spreading her legs. Walt shot a stream of water at her. She
braced herself with her hands on the pavement behind her. The water
pounded her clitoris and she almost cried out with pain and
ecstasy.
    "Now get on your hands and knees. I need to
make sure that asshole's good and clean."
    Her hair soaking wet, water running into her
eyes, Erica got onto her hands and knees, raising her ass into the
air.
    "I need you to spread your cheeks."
    She put her forehead against the pavement,
reached back, and spread her buttocks. Walt blasted her anus and
she fought the desire to shit, the sphincter closing as tight as a
fist.
    When he was finished, Walt had a crazy
electric look in his eyes.
    "Now you do me."
    She repeated pretty much the same routine.
When Walt sat on his ass and spread his legs, he covered his
scrotum while she sprayed his cock. Thick ropes of come ejaculated
onto his lower stomach and she sprayed it away.
    Before putting on their clothes, Erica lay
back on the hood of the car and Walt ate her out for about a half
an hour but she never came.
    He gave up. They put their clothes on, got
back in the car, and headed for the highway. They passed a thin old
woman pulling a Radio Flyer with what looked like a roadside
memorial in it.
    Erica fought the urge to look at the woman
through the rear window, fought the urge to