Lustful Dustin: At the minimart

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When you wake up, you're all alone.

Your mind is focused on one thing and one thing only: HUNGER.

Hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, you're so fucking hungry.

The flickering lights of the mini-mart make you hungry, the scent of sex and blood in the air makes you hungry, the underlying sounds of the city make you hungry, the cold floor under your hands makes you hungry. The world makes you hungry.

Your grab a pack of chips and devour it. You vomit.

You grab a cold sausage from the hot dog machine and devour it. You vomit.

You grab a chocolate bar, a frozen pizza, a sugar glazed donut. You vomit, you vomit, you vomit.

You're head is spinning, you have a hard time concentrating.

"Ding, dong" The door opens.

You smell cheap make up, cheap leather, cheap booze, young pussy, fresh pussy, drunken pussy.

Two beautiful teenagers, two beautiful young girls, too good to be true.

You hide behind some shelves.

Hunger, hunger, hunger.

The teenagers grab a keg of beer and two bottles of cheap whiskey.

Hunger, hunger, hunger.

They walk to the counter.

Hunger, hunger, hunger.

You approach them, your saliva dripping from your open mouth.

Hunger, hunger, hunger.

You grab them by the back of the neck.

Hunger, hunger, hunger.

Instinctively you strike the artery of the one in your left hand.

Hunger, hun... Sex, sex, sex.

Satiated, you turn towards the remaining one, she's screaming, you smile.

Sex, sex, sex.

You rip clothes off.

Sex, sex, sex.

You take out your erection.

Sex, sex, sex.

Pinning her to the ground, you penetrate her.

Sex, sex, sex.

You ravage her, you devastate her, you tear her apart.

Sex, sex, sex.

You cum.

Sex, sex... Hunger, hunger, hunger.

You drink her dry.

You smile. This is going to be fun. You howl.

Where to now?

Do you go back home?

Do you run around the city in search of more fun?

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