Lucy was a barmaid, big in all the right places. I was a two-time loser, and down on my luck to boot.
We didn’t have much in common, but I really liked the way she screamed when I fucked her. It was like someone was taking a large kitchen knife to her, over and over again.
The police had been called on multiple occasions. Everyone thought I was killing her. (Yeah, killing her with this dick!)
All joking aside, the police got tired of coming out. Eventually they stopped coming at all.
Lucy continued to scream. This went on for months until the night that I did take a large kitchen knife to her.
It was perfect, she screamed and screamed, and no one seemed to notice.
I even saw the landlord in the hall the next morning. He just smiled at me, and said, “you lucky dog!”