Sometimes it 's hard to have intercourse who 's going end up being the victim…

The sun is just starting to set over the tops of the tree in the vicinity. I pull the mirror out of my purse so I can apply a new coat of tantalizing red lip rouge. Satisfied with the reflection, I stick the knife from my purse into my bra, toss the bag under the behind, and climb out into the school parking lot. I parked around back so the car would n't be visible from the route. I know the eye shoal does n't keep cameras in the lots so it's a perfect place to leave the getaway car since the region is literally right behind the school property. I tape the Key to the bottom of the car under the driver's doorway, need a footfall back, and check out my to the full body observation in the tinted glass. My shoulder length blonde curls frame a pretty Thomas Young face and impeccant looking blue angel eyes, but what makes my operation so tardily is my body. No guy worries about a 5'3 diminutive girl. That is if they ever get past tense looking at the 34 DD's, modest waist, and the taut ripple butt that made me so popular in school. One thing I 've learned is if you can disorder a man's one question long enough the former will never see the threat coming. I adjust my black, red, and albumen plaid miniskirt dame and the Andrew D. White thigh highs so they r straight. Pulling the garter straps tighter to keep everything secure, I check the reflection one go clip. Making the final adaptation of undoing another button on my white top and tucking the matching plaid tie between my boobs, I start walking to the opening of evergreen acres looking for tonight's game.
On the street in the shade of the trees it seems closer to night than twilight, but the profile is still decent so I keep my eyes open. The street is deserted and my high up bounder echo down the chief road. I can see families sitting down for dinner in some houses, kids watching television in others. Suddenly I'm pulled out of my surveillance as I hear a nip hit the primer coat just a fundament from me and I nearly fall backwards from shock. I see the green smear on the pavement and look up towards the focal point from which it came. Three boys are sitting on the roof of one of the smaller rest home on the street. The one leaning up against the chimney with a spacious smirk on his side is holding the rouge musket ball gun. It's painfully obvious he's the flirt of the chemical group from the"just off"gibe and the smirk. He's got an average build with a mop of curly, unsportsmanlike blond hair, but the sharper chin and long peg gives him away as about 18. Not really my type, but I could see where he might be a bit of a actor in his school day. Ehh, he'd do but stuck up guy cable put up more of a fight and I don't really have sentence for that tonight. The boy side by side to him is harder to estimate. He has the build of a man ; with the broad shoulders and larger arm muscles. His dark hair that just brushes the top of his eyebrows and the serious look marking his typeface makes him a drastic alternative to his buddy. Even his clothes, dress drawers and a suit waistcoat over a partially unwrap clitoris down, make him seem aged than his tee shirt garb admirer. The solely thing that betrays his age is the pretty-boy youthful face. I'd guess he was about 16. The final boy fit about every cliche of nerd that's been created. He's penny-pinching than most runway models with thick glasses and a distinct spooky habit of picking at his nails. As my eyes come to him he bows his pass letting the messy brownish pilus hide out his face from me. Oh yeah this is going to be too tinker's damn easy.
"Can I help you ?"I telephone up to the boys, painting my voice and grimace with just a tad of irritation.
The blond flirt's smirk grows as he replies,"We just don't like trespassers."
I laugh just a bit."You would n't fritter away an innocent, unarmed fair sex would you ?"I take a step closer to the yard so they can see my flirty sweet Ameiurus Melas and maybe charm a glance of the wicked look in my eyes. From my new stead, I think I catch the grievous one crack a sly smile but it's gone too fast for me to be sure.
The former boys sit back and continue to let the blond talk,"How do we know you're unarmed ?"
I try to make eye contact with the dweeb because I know he'd be the well-heeled to misrepresent, but he's still hiding his human face so I find myself locking eye with the middle boy as I reply,"Well you could always frisk me."I smirk at the shocked cough that escapes the blond,"Or since you're all the way up there I could just show you."With that, I check both directions to pee-pee certain the street is still deserted and I start to uncase decently there.
As is predictable for teenage boy, even the nerd botheration to bring up his foreland to watch intently as my fingers move gracefully down my shirt, undoing one button at a clip. I can see their eyes ringlet on my cleavage as my sheer White River lace bra comes into position. Those intimate frisson start running through my spunk ; there's something deliciously addicting to take in this sort of mightiness over men. Never looking away from their lustful stares, I untuck my shirt, dropping it down my arm to my articulatio cubiti to discover everything ( except the tongue in my bra ). I turn while lifting my skirt to divulge the matching G-string, the garter strap, and of row my stripped ass. I'm met by a tableau of shock faces as I complete the number. The nerd looks as if he might accept a affection onrush, the blond's tongue is practically hanging out, and even the serious one has lost his fire hook face to a slack jaw and a slightly awed expression. Hmm maybe he's innocent and unsuspecting enough to be an light target too.
In their stupid silence I start to redress as if nothing's out of the ordinary bicycle. While I'm still buttoning my shirt I say,"Now that we know I'm clean can you stop shooting at me ?"I don't waiting for a answer but continue,"I actually could use some help. My protagonist lives in this region but it's like a snarl in here and she only gave me a street name. Do any of you know this place well enough to get me to Springfield Rd. ?"
Surprisingly the nerd actually tries to volunteer but the blonde interrupts him. The argument gets so entertaining that I'm trying to hard not to laugh to see the grievous one climb down. It was n't until he was coming across the yard telling me he knew this place like the back of his hand and that he'd occupy me that I noticed him. As he gets unaired, I get a substantially look at him. I was definitely right about the build and he's about 6'tall. His hair swoops in the way the classic 1950's movie principal'did and his walk gives off an air of world power and sophistication. If this was n't an operation this is the kind of guy I'd go home with, but it is so I 've got to take on this just right. He might fight more than I had hoped to have to deal with tonight though.
The serious boy strolls up, flashing a gorgeous charming smiling, and picks up my helping hand and kisses it."The name's blade. Jack Steel."
Bond ? He's quoting Bond. I was wrong ; this kid is going be as easy as the rest.

*****

As we leave his muttering Quaker behind on the ceiling, we turn off the main road going deeper into the vicinity. I picked Springfield Rd. because it's near the heart of the place and I know it'll collapse it a opportunity to get really obscure out. We are about one-half way there as the sun completely sets. I would normally wait farseeing but all his pleasant charming chatter and his over avoidance of the subject of my street show has me on edge. I 've never had a guy see me practically naked and not gain passes. It's not normal and it has me concerned about how in ascendence I am of the situation. Usually I would leave him somewhere more secluded under the deduction of sex and then make my relocation. Apparently with this one I'll just have to go for it and go for it works.
While I'm trying to figure out a way to get him finisher to the Ellen Price Wood, a car starts down the route and he pulls me out of the street. As he steps next to me in the pasturage, I pull the knife out of my bra, shove him against the tree diagram, and entertain the steel to his throat. For a moment I lose my concentration as the scent of his cologne overpowers my senses but I'm determined not to mess this up. I 've gone too far. I bend my elbow over his shoulder blocking the vane from view. As I tighten the blade, I crush my body against his and stand on my tip toes to whisper in his ear."You better listen well boy if you want to live."I push the blade hard enough to just barely knick him to emphasize my stop,"Yeah I know, you should take in taken me up on the frisking offer."I can feel him tense up as my lips brush his ear lobe."Obviously you live in this neighborhood which means your well off so you are going to take me back to your theater and get me all the cash your parents have around. Don't try to trifle dumb either ; I know plentiful kids have no issue getting to their parents'money."Just to cod him I drag my natural language down the hollow behind his ear and as I pull away, I see the anger boiling in his heart and a tremor flash through his eubstance. For a moment I get lost in those raging dark eyes and I can feel the moisture starting to pull together between my pegleg but I have to rivet. Breaking the eye contact, I see a couple walking down the street just in time.
I quickly move the steel around the spine of his neck opening to the far side of meat, using my other arm to block it from purview. To any lever centre, we simply come along to be a young twosome in a loving embrace. Keeping the threat top, I lean in to buss him gently to keep the other couple from getting suspicious. His lips are warm, soft, and actually obedient. He plays along well kissing me back, but after his present moment of surprise he gives me one of my own. He wraps his blazonry around my shank and back, pulling me smashed as he passionately kisses me. His pants are bulging against me and the warmth of his hands sear through my wearing apparel. I can savour his sweet breathing place and have to struggle to keep breathing normally as his tongue explores my mouth. His teeth catch my bottom lip between them. Slowly they rake over my lip, leaving behind an ache only matched by the one behind my sozzled step-in. I can finger myself getting lost so I break the kiss to see the distich is almost out of sight down the road. Could we have been kissing so long ? Damn it, this is not happening, I am in control here. I have to reestablish my dominance.
Shoving the leaf blade even tighter against his throat, I whisper,"Now Jack, you should know not to try anything dolt. I don't sport kid's games. I promise you that I will kill you. Your booster don't know who I am and no one else even knows you're out with me. Hell in these woods, by the time they find your soundbox I'll be on the other side of the area. Do you empathize me ?"I take the cold hateful stare as a yes and keep to explain the plan to him. His firm wickedness glare won't stop sending chills through my body, but I don't dare let him see it.

*****

We are walking back down the independent street. Ironically, he lives in the third base theatre inside the neighborhood and we are just backtracking. I have him walking with his arm around my berm so I can nuzzle close to his face and keep the sword next to his kidney. His cologne keeps threatening my concentration, but I'm winning the conflict. We end up walking past his friends on the roof again. The awe on their faces is difficult to decipher. I can't distinguish if it was because he did n't come back alone in oecumenical or because his arm was around me. They start to yell to shit, but I poke him with the tip of the blade and he waves them off. I kiss his face taunting him,"smarting boy,"I whisper. He won't even face at me in response. shit just keeps going, never missing a measure in his anxious bee line for his menage.
He takes me around his house to his back door gumming something about his parents being upstairs. I don't really give care ; I just want the immediate payment so I can hit the route and the next Town. He opens the back door for me like a gentleman but the loathing is dripping from his manifestation. I catch myself thinking about him letting that aggression out on my eubstance. Thinking about what this big, brawny, handsome man could do to me. I practically feel his strong hands ravaging my phase as he slams me against the paries, his lust and hatred overpowering any regard for me as he rips my shirt off……Shit ! Get yourself together girl. He's just a mark, call back that.
I take a deep breathing place steadying myself and ill-use through the door. Immediately in front of me is a stairway to the side by side storey, which looks nighttime and silent, to my right is a bathroom, and the left a way which has the room access closed. diddlysquat step in behind me shutting the room access. In the small entry way his size is even more prominent. He seems to be everywhere around me. I'm suddenly very thankful for the knife because in such a cramped space with nowhere to run, I would n't have a prayer in a fight with him.
His sexy, deep whisper fills the room,"They keep the Cash in a vault in the way to your left wing. The combining is 2-7-1-2."I turn to see that Same captivating glower in his eye but I smirk as I run my deal down his face.
"Thanks love, it's been fun."I wink and blow him a kiss.
I turn to the door, the relievo running through my soundbox. This was so much leisurely than it could 've been. The bit before I open the door, I stop because I hear a low chuckle and diddlyshit mutter something. It sounded like,"Oh confidence me, the fun is just beginning,"but why the nether region would he say that ? I look back at him and he's standing the claim Lapplander way : one deal in his sac, the other stuck through his leather belt, leaning against the wall, those dark centre never leaving me. What the fucking is it about this boy that's making me lose it like this ? I need to get this cash and get out of here.
I turn the door grip, measure in, and deliver just decent meter to necessitate in the bed, television, and risible books. right field as I turn around with the knife to try to get out of this yap, I catch a coup d'oeil of that lustful look the irregular his fist connects with my Chin and I crumple to the floor seeing null but bleak.

*****

I start to wake up, shaking myself to consciousness. The bruise is already rising on my Kuki-Chin, I can feel it. I try to spread out my eyes but the sudden brightness hurts to bad. God I'm so lightheaded. What is that noise ? Shit, is that me groaning ? I 've got to get up. Wait, why am I laying on the floor ? ... In the instant it hits me where I am, that Saame intoxicating scent fill my mind again and I'm acutely aware of his hands restraining my wrist over my head and of him pinning me by straddling my hip. I hear myself groaning again and I try to afford my eyes, but the sudden feeling of the broad side of a cold, steel blade pressed against my impudence has me freezing in place. I don't even breathe as he runs it down my look, over the supply ship bruise, against my tense neck, and finally stops with the tip toying around the hole at the base of my throat.
His rich articulation fills my brain as he leans in next to my ear. The heat of his breathing spell makes me quiver as I weakly try to free my hands from his grip,"ejaculate on slut, I'm getting impatient and I want you awake for every minute of this."His hot spit licks the hollow behind my ear, exactly as mine had done to him. I turn my head away quickly trying to run but the travail is wasted. He does n't even try to pursue it. Instead his implike jest fills the room as I start to finally get my heart exposed and adjusted. I see Jack siting up on top of me. Those dark lust filled centre bearing into mine as he pushes the blade harder against my pharynx. A sly smirk is painted on his font and I hate him for it. The son of a cunt is enjoying this way too much. I'm nonentity's toy. I have to find a way out of here. I'm looking around the room for something, anything that could be helpful when he starts talking again.
"Funny, the big bad tease of a thief does n't care to be teased in return."That damn smirk on his freehanded face never wavers and his arrogance is driving me crazy.
I know I should n't but I can't aid myself."Shut the screwing up kid,"I say as I spit at him.
His hand hits my case so fasting I don't even see it coming. The con burns deep into my impertinence and he makes it defective by roughly grabbing my face, digging his fingers into it. The smirk is finally gone replaced by that fellow furore as he replies,"Bitch you better learn your place."The blade is shoved so roughly against my throat it knicks me and I fight back the squeal. I won't give him that satisfaction. I try to unfreeze my hands but his grip tightens and he slams them against the wood flooring, sending pain shooting through my arm as he continues,"You thought you could check me ? A little loose woman like you ? You 've got to be kidding me. You're at my mercy now and you'd be overbold to think everything through first because I promise you I have no more qualms about killing you than you do about me."He drops my head, letting it slam into the wood trading floor. The shock has my lightheaded and airheaded again.
Damn it this is gone too far. But I don't really see an relief valve so I might as well accept the halt. Maybe I can seduce the cop."Alright Jack,"I mumble,"you 've had your fun. Just call your parents or the cops already, okay ?"
I don't know why but for some reason his laughter seemed darker this time around, the wittiness in his eyes even more jeopardize than the rage. His delight in my affirmation confuses me until he finally stops laughing long enough to talk."Call my parents ? Oh, approve, sure."The smirk never leaves his boldness as he repeatedly yells for his parents to no response and then looks back to me."Oh tinker's damn, that's right, my parents are out of town. Shucks. Well there are the law, except you have that bruise on your face, those devoid looking eyes ; oh and yeah you're a hot slight slut who'd just seduce the cops."He drops the knife, replacing it with his powerful hand. Flexing it to wreak with the effects it has on my airways, he continues,"I'm not dazed, bitch. I'm not letting you get away with this. You thought you could slip from me ? You thought you could use your body to flim-flam me ? Well I'm going to use your body to steal from you. You need to learn what happens to minuscule whores who think they are smarter than they really are."
His hand closes so tightly around my throat, my optic role back in my pass from the lack of air. I feel the gagging caught beneath his hand and I start to see billet as a tingling sense experience feast through my integral organic structure. I'm on the verge of passing out when at last he lets go. While I'm caught up and watery in my fit of coughing, I feel his hand on my articulatio radiocarpea replaced with something smooth and tight. I know I should try to contend at this point, it's my best prospect of escape cock but I'm just so wilted. I don't think I could move if I wanted to. I don't even notification my eyes are still closed trough another slap connects to my face bringing me back to. The contusion stings even more from the reinvigorated abuse.
I wake to a new quiet popping sound. I look down to see Jack's thirsty middle watching his study intently. He's taking my tongue and popping the button off my shirt one at a time. Instinctively, I go to jerk my hands down to stop him, but they barely move in my new chasteness. Anxiously, I strain my neck to look up and over, only to find my wrist joint are tied together and to the posterior of his bed station with his bang. Shocked, I look down and see his pant are ruined and hanging open, his raging knockout cock straining against his underclothes. Finally his niggling speech sinks in, filling me with dread. There is n't often I can do unarmed against a man this strong in general and definitely not in this situation, but I have to try.
I start bucking wildly, trying to get my ramification in battlefront of his torso to quetch him. This is not happening ; I'm not getting raped by a mark. I'm not getting raped by a kid. Hell no. I get one leg high enough to get it in front of his hip and I throw my hound in to him with all the force I can muster. He falls forward yelling,"Fuck."He places all his weight on one hand which he puts on my torso, holding my core still as he wrestles my stage under his thighs. His arrogant smirk returns with his control, as he knocks the ass out of me again. I know he can record the terror and knowledge in my eyes and the son of a bitch is enjoying every second of it. What the hell happened to the hired hand kissing James Bond fan teen ?
He goes back to his project, making quick study of my shirt buttons. Ripping the shirt assailable, off my chest of drawers, and out of my dame, it's unmistakable his taunting self-control is starting to waffle as his luxuria takes over. The blade's coldness blade runs up over my stomach and down, back and Forth as his other hand squeezes my titty. His warm finger's breadth play with the lace along the line of the cup. I can't peel my gaze from his facial expression. Those dark prurient eyes hungrily consuming my body, the moisture on his rim, and the raw conclusion in his expression, it's all turning me on more than I have ever been before. The sense experience of his hands on my chest is overwhelming. No, no, no ! He's raping me, I will not relish this. I will not founder him that.
I start to writhe my body trying to get out from under him but it's useless. labourer just watches me with that disgusting lordliness, delighting in my discomfort. As he slides the knife under the middle of my bra and cuts it so it falls away revealing my bare mamilla, he starts taunting me again,"Mmmmm these look wonderful, I'll give you that whore."The knife circles the areolas of my nipples, making my breath ragged."You like it don't you slut ? You like me tieing you up and using you ?"His growl echoes off the bulwark as he slaps me again,"That's too bad. I'll just have to make it anguish more then, bitch."
He drags the knife quickly down my body ; hard enough to sting but not to cut me. I let out a scream of pain in the neck and I see his hard-on twitching in his underclothes in response. Jack cuts away at my garter shoulder strap and my thong, purposely scrapping me with the brand to make me scream. I try to oppose back the screams, but I can't. I'm losing another battle too ; my pantie are soaked, and he does n't miss that fact."You dirty fucking jade. You want this. You're cunt is dripping for it. You want to be hurt and used."He shoves the wide side of the blade into my thigh, not hurting me but scaring another screaming out of me."That's right whore, scream. No one can hear you but me, and I love hearing those screams."knave leans down, running his tongue from between my breasts, up my neck, and into my oral fissure. As he shoves his tongue deep into my throat, I nearly choke. His hostility is overpowering me. In defense I bite his tongue, making him yelp. Jack pulls back and punches me in the tummy, winding me.
He just smirks and spits the ancestry at me, marring my boldness,"You don't get it, bitch, do you ? I like my toy feisty. I don't care what you do ; I'm going to use you however I want till I'm done with you."His eyes slowly rake over my body, taking in my breast, my abdomen, and my bare twat partially covered by my annulus."And honestly loose woman, I'm getting impatient. You are n't learning your lesson very well, so I'm just going to cut to the pursual and take what I want. You wanted to slip from me bitch so I'm going to slip from you. I'm going take up your virginity."
I start laughing, only to be cut off by his clench on my throat."What's so funny squawk ?"
I let my grinning eat away at him, refusing to serve cashbox he punches me in the gut again. Hoarsely, I reply,"You're too late for that whoreson,"but my simper slice with the start of his laugh.
"You stupid slut. Did you really think I thought you were a Virgin ? I'm going to take your virginity favorite, just not the sort you're thinking."With that he slaps at my ass and it hits me. Anal ? No, no, no, this is not happening. Pulling desperately at my restraints, I start screaming for help, praying his neighbors can hear me.
diddley slowly strips his clothes off just smiling and watching me fight the restraints, enjoying my wow. As much as I hate myself for it, I can't aid but notice his body. His muscled arms and spacious shoulder continue down into a solid, steady torso. As his knickers fall I can clearly see the muscle of his calf and thighs. Though once his underwear comes off, his tool distracts from the balance. It looks about 7 in and is the heavyset I 've seen. I don't think I could get my hired man completely around it. Finally to top it all off, it is curved to practically make half of a ‘ c ’. Without anything touching it, his cock twitches and I finally break my stare to see a satisfied look on his brass. I go to talk, but like a flash he drops down between my wooden leg and shoves my ruined panties down my pharynx. I try to spit out them out but they are too deep. I can taste my own moisture off the thong as they soak through in my mouth.
I feel him take off to rub the head of his cock against my damp slit as he murmurs ;"Now I'm going to be nice and get a little slick before I take that o.k. ass."jackstones starts to barely press and I can feel that hot bulbous head moving through the silky juices at my chess opening.
Whimpering in a motley of dread and desire, I close my eyes waiting anxiously but he grabs my face violently, demanding I look at him. As I open my eyes and touch that burning gaze, he slams his entire cock into me. I throw my oral sex back trying to scream, but the pantie get in the way. His huge, throbbing cock is tearing through me. The way he's pounding away at my tight pussy is overwhelming. His size is painful, almost bringing weeping to my eyes but the way he feels is mind blowing. My pussy is quivering, stretched tight over him. I'm pulled out of my blissful consciousness by his teeth digging into my neck and his handwriting pawing at every inch of my body. I can finger his nails digging into my backrest and ass as I buck against him, finally giving in and meeting his driving force. His growls and moans fill the room competing only with my strangle squeals and the auditory sensation of his glob slamming against me.
The sharp chills start running through my veins as his backtalk make it to my mammilla. Never altering in his violent rhythm, jackfruit is successfully making me swooning. I can sense my blood pulsing as the pressure level builds. All my sensory faculty are overloaded. The sound of his monumental peter abusing my pussy, the scent of sex conflate with his Cologne, the batch of his sexy body moving on top of my quivering form, and the icy fervour that burns in my nerves wherever he touches me are all making my heart rate Ezra Loomis Pound in my head word. My creative thinker is so clouded by the pleasure and pain that I don't even realize it's coming until I lose myself to it. I start screaming past the panties as my vertebral column aerodynamic lift off the ground and my weapons system jerk against the smash in the brutal throws of my coming. I can feel my pussy constricting so tightly it must offend him, but Jack stays stiff never slowing. He continues to beat up at my tender pussy with his dick to the point I have tears in my heart, put the convulsions won't stop. My hot cum is spilling out, running down my crotch into my ass crack as I collapse to the flooring limp in the backwash of my orgasm. Finally he pulls out, still rock hard and throbbing.
He stands but I'm lost in a wave of pleasure on the storey. The needlelike kick to my ribs brings me painfully back to realism. I look up right as he squats down beside me and grabs me by the throat again. I struggle to concentrate and see his words as I choke,"You're Thomas More of a slut than I realized. I just raped you and you came all over me like a ass whore. I don't even know why I'm surprised."Laughing as he watches my face, doodly-squat runs his finger down the path of my juices to my arsehole. I squirm, trying to proceed away, pleading through the gag, but I can say he's lost in his lust as his putz twitch again. His fingertip plays around my bud. I know he's dragging this out to dun me and I don't want to give him the gratification. Lying as still as I can, I close my oculus and try to concenter on anything else but the dread is still building inside me. As soon as he tries to labour his finger in I lose it. Screaming so loud the panty nearly come out, I buck throwing a knee towards his torso.
diddly arrest my knee and shoves me back to the story. I know the veneration is apparent on my typeface but I can't stop staring at those dark eyes, conflicted between rage and lustfulness. I'm so mesmerized that at first I don't notice his feverous hands on my waist, but as quick as his smirk take, I find I'm suddenly face down on the wood base. His strong second joint are stretched over my own and his large powerful hands are squeezing my face. God no, no, no. This can't be happening. My ass cheeks are being pulled apart savagely and I can feel his head word pushing against my possible action. I hate myself for it but I start to cry.
Surprisingly the pressure eases as I feel him lay across my back, so his lips are next to my ear. I'm quivering from reverence as his husky hot breathing place floods me,"You came slut, now it's my twist. But I 've got one live thing to do first."With that he reaches around and root for my pantie from my mouth as he whispers,"I need to hear those agonise screams."
Suddenly he shoves his tool into my ass and the painful sensation is earth shattering. My belly laugh must be shaking his house. It feels like a fervidness ripping through me as his massive pecker plough into me. I know my eubstance must be writhing from the annoyance but he never slows. diddlyshit is talking but I can't attain out the words. I can't tactile property anything but the pain and his throbbing dick owning me. His work force are digging into my waist jerking me back into his drive. I try to focus on the swath cutting into my wrist joint to distract me from the fire.
Finally after what feels like forever, the pain starts to fleet. His drive are still coming hard and fast, but I'm kickoff to enjoy it more. The calm rhythm of his rock 'n' roll toilsome hammer slipping in and out of my tight ass is becoming addicting. I'm only brought out of my new pleasure as his groan fill the room. jack's tempo is picking up as his breathing grows shallower. Suddenly his bicep is wrapped around my pharynx crushing my windpipe. His phonation fills my head as I start to see stain,"Oh god, your ass is so tight. I'll be dependable with you whore ; this is all I 've been thinking about since I saw this double-dyed ass on the street. I spent the whole pass trying to figure out a way to get to know you, date you, and have you. But thanks to you being a slutty worthless crook, there was no motivation for me to wait."He punctuates his full stop with one last deep thrust into my ass and his hot cum exploding in my epithelial duct just as I lose consciousness.

*****

A cold breeze airstream over my bare skin as I come to. Due to the clear moon, I can see pretty well. I look down to find I'm lying in a pile of sand, dressed in my break dress. Through the wickedness I can see the fence and school. I look back to the spate of sand and realize it's a pitching hammock ; I'm on the mediate school day baseball domain. There's something wet tied around my thigh and after a few hour my numb digit finally manage to untie it. Three hundred dollars in cash and a note falls away from my leg as I free the grayback. I lift the concentrated textile into the moonlight and see it's my ruined thong. After securing the money, I finally bother to count at the note.
I figured it was a middling trade slut. One thief to another.
P.S. Since I let you sustain your life as a souvenir, I kept your knife as my own.
-J.S .