Stepping out of a pub in Amber City, a grumpy-looking young man who looked around thirty-five, inhaled and exhaled deeply, feeling sober by the minute as he leisurely walked home.
He had black tousled hair with a scar that stretched from the left side of his forehead to his chin.
His clothes were practically rags that were worn underneath an unwashed three-month-old sweatshirt, and the worst thing about all this was that the young man didn't care about his clothing as he continued to mind his own business.
The normally noisy community was astonishingly calm tonight, and seeing how it was just a few minutes before midnight, the man decided to take a slight detour because no one wanted to be on the receiving end of a Cannibal or Awakened surprise night attack.
Even though there had been little to no sightings recently, the young man knew it was wise to not take the news for granted and to prioritize his safety.
Reveling in the stillness of the night, the young man, who happened to be Alfred, had an expression of utter glee and euphoria.
Periods like this were why he took great pleasure in returning home late at night.
Alfred shifted his gaze towards a parked car that was making a sound that was similar to that of a car driving on a rutted track.
'Ahh....teenagers. When will they ever learn?' He chuckled, noticing how intense their movement was because of how much the car was moving, even though he couldn't see them due to the windows being up.
A part of him wished he could sneak a peak at the beast handling a woman so roughly in the night.
His dick was already hard, imagining what it would feel like if it were him and he was back in his youth with a beautiful young girl in his arms.
But alas, those days were gone. He sighed depressingly as his mind came back to reality.
"Hope they finish their business soon, it's dangerous out here by this time," He thought to himself.
Heaving a sigh, Alfred strolled away from the teenagers engaging in copulation within the car as he faced his initial destination, home.
"Mmm." Someone moaned.
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The moaning sound of the female in question sounded familiar for a minute but he immediately brushed such thoughts away.
'There's no f**king way that p.e.t would cheat on me.' He said self-assuredly.
The thought of Victoria ever leaving him had never once worried him, until now. After all, she was a docile p.e.t that he could control whenever he wanted.
To Victoria, Alfred was her first love and she would never dare to disobey him.
Alfred couldn't remember the last time he had really looked at Victoria before heading out for work or even the last time he'd said the word 'I love you' or 'I've missed you' whenever he returned from work.
He felt indifferent towards anything that didn't involve drinking and having coitus with any available harlot he could find in a bordello.
He strolled on as he continued to reminisce about the past; days when he would visit Drake's place so they could hang out.
Seeing Drake's beautiful sister on a daily basis acting so shy and innocent made Alfred attracted to her.
It didn't take long for him to express his feelings and she also confessed her feelings.
Alfred admitted that at the time he had truly been in love with her, but everything changed when he was betrayed by his best friend. Although Drake sent him some money, it had still been way below the initial agreement.
Contact between the both of them became non-existent and this only irked Alfred even more whenever he thought about how he had no other choice but to live the rest of his life with Victoria.
If Victoria had been more hotheaded or even contentious, perhaps Alfred could have had second thoughts about the way he treated her.
He only felt irritated and disgusted towards her fastidious attitude, and besides, he had always had his eyes on a particular woman whose eyes had only ever been on Drake. No matter how hard he had tried to get his hands on her, it always seemed like Drake had used a love potion on the poor lass.
"Hey good looking," The sweet and soothing voice of a pretty lady who was wearing a brown overcoat brought Alfred back to reality.
At first, he wanted to ignore her call, but he was immediately in awe when she slowly unbuttoned her coat and his gaze fell upon her plump breasts and bushy blonde pussy hair.
Just at the side of her thighs, liquid was dripping from her slit and it seemed that she couldn't wait any longer for a man to hump her.
Behind the blonde overcoat lady, were two ladies wearing a black overcoat, in contrast to the blond. Each of them also had a bottle of whiskey in their hands.
The beautiful ladies unbuttoned themselves as well, and presented Alfred with a fantasy-like scenario that he could have never imagined and had only seen in the adult videos he had watched countless times at home.
All three women walked towards him, with their boobs jiggling and shaking with every step they took towards him.
Alfred gulped a huge chunk of saliva and managed to convince himself into accepting that his fantasy was turning into a reality.
Watching them approach him, he spread his arm wide to encourage them to leave the alley.
The ladies looked sideways as though they were trying to avoid anyone else seeing them, so they beckoned him to come closer to them instead.
His dick hardened and bulge at the thought of the unspeakable things he hoped to do with the ladies.
With his mouth salivating, he greedily went to them instead.
'I can't wait for my first foursome experience.'
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