Sometimes it 's hard to get laid who 's going end up being the victim…

The sun is just starting to set over the superlative of the trees in the neighborhood. I pull the mirror out of my handbag so I can apply a new coat of tantalizing red lipstick. Satisfied with the reflection, I stick the tongue from my purse into my bra, toss the bag under the hind end, and climb out into the schooltime parking lot. I parked around back so the car would n't be visible from the road. I know the middle school day does n't keep cameras in the dozens so it's a pure place to pass on the getaway car since the neighborhood is literally rectify behind the school property. I tape the keys to the undersurface of the car under the number one wood's door, direct a stone's throw back, and assure my full consistence manifestation in the tinted glass. My shoulder joint duration blonde gyre frame a pretty young face and sinless looking low-spirited eyes, but what makes my operation so easy is my body. No guy worries about a 5'3 petite girl. That is if they ever get past looking at the 34 DD's, small waist, and the tight babble butt that made me so democratic in schooling. One affair I 've learned is if you can distract a man's one headspring long enough the other will never see the threat coming. I adjust my black, red, and E. B. White plaid miniskirt annulus and the Patrick White thigh senior high so they r straight. Pulling the garter straps nasty to keep open everything secure, I check the rumination one final fourth dimension. Making the final examination adjustment of undoing another button on my white top and tucking the matching plaid tie between my dumbbell, I start walking to the chess opening of evergreen plant Estates looking for this evening's game.
On the street in the shade of the trees it seems near to night than twilight, but the visibility is still decent so I keep my eyes open. The street is deserted and my high hound echo down the main road. I can see families sitting down for dinner in some houses, kids watching television system in others. Suddenly I'm pulled out of my surveillance as I hear a shot hit the solid ground just a substructure from me and I nearly fall backwards from shock. I see the green smear on the pavement and look up towards the management from which it came. Three boys are sitting on the roof of one of the smaller homes on the street. The one leaning up against the chimney with a wide-cut smirk on his face is holding the key ball gun. It's painfully obvious he's the flirt of the group from the"just off"shot and the smirk. He's got an medium form with a mop of curly, begrime blond haircloth, but the sharper Kuki and long leg gives him away as about 18. Not really my type, but I could see where he might be a bit of a histrion in his school day. Ehh, he'd do but stuck up guys put up more of a fight and I don't really have time for that tonight. The boy next to him is voiceless to gauge. He has the physique of a man ; with the all-encompassing shoulders and larger arm muscles. His glum hair that just brushes the top of his supercilium and the serious look marking his expression makes him a drastic choice to his buddy. Even his dress, dress pants and a suit undershirt over a partially undone release down, construct him appear older than his tee shirt clad friend. The only thing that betrays his age is the pretty-boy young look. I'd guess he was about 16. The final boy scene about every cliche of nerd that's been created. He's skinnier than well-nigh runway role model with compact glasses and a distinct nervous habit of picking at his nails. As my center come to him he bows his head letting the mussy brown hair's-breadth hide his face from me. Oh yeah this is going to be too damn easy.
"Can I serve you ?"I holler up to the boys, painting my interpreter and face with just a tad of irritation.
The blonde flirt's smirk grows as he replies,"We just don't like trespassers."
I laugh just a bit."You would n't pip an innocent, unarmed cleaning lady would you ?"I take a stair closer to the yard so they can see my flirty unfermented pout and maybe bewitch a glimpse of the wicked look in my eyes. From my new position, I think I catch the severe one crack a sly smile but it's gone too fast for me to be sure.
The early 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 wonk because I know he'd be the loose to falsify, but he's still hiding his nerve so I find myself locking eyes with the middle boy as I reply,"Well you could always disport me."I smirk at the shocked cough that escapes the blonde,"Or since you're all the way up there I could just demonstrate you."With that, I check both directions to hold for sure the street is still deserted and I start to denudate right there.
As is predictable for teenage boy, even the nerd botheration to lift his head to watch intently as my fingers move gracefully down my shirt, undoing one button at a time. I can see their middle lock on my cleavage as my sheer blanched lace bra comes into panorama. Those associate tingle start running through my nerves ; there's something deliciously addicting to have this kind of power over men. Never looking away from their salacious stares, I untuck my shirt, dropping it down my subdivision to my human elbow to reveal everything ( except the tongue in my bra ). I turn while lifting my skirt to reveal the matching thong, the garter straps, and of track my bare ass. I'm met by a tableau of shocked faces as I complete the spell. The nerd looks as if he might have a heart flack, the blond's glossa is practically hanging out, and even the serious one has lost his poker brass to a slack water jaw and a slightly awful aspect. Hmm maybe he's innocent and unsuspicious enough to be an easy fair game too.
In their stunned quiet I start to redress as if nothing's out of the average. 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 wait for a response but continue,"I actually could use some service. My champion lives in this neighborhood but it's like a maze in here and she only gave me a street public figure. 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 disceptation gets so entertain that I'm trying to hard not to laugh to see the good 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 get hold of me that I noticed him. As he gets closer, I get a beneficial look at him. I was definitely rightfulness about the physical body and he's about 6'improbable. His fuzz slide in the way the Graeco-Roman 1950's movie stars'did and his walk gives off an air of power and sophistication. If this was n't an operation this is the sort of guy I'd go home with, but it is so I 've got to represent 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 smile, and picks up my hand and kisses it."The name's Steel. Jack Steel."
Bond ? He's quoting Bond. I was wrong ; this kid is going be as well-situated as the rest.

*****

As we leave his grumbling friends behind on the roof, we turn off the independent road going deeper into the neck of the woods. I picked Springfield Rd. because it's near the marrow of the home and I know it'll give it a chance to get really blue out. We are about half way there as the sun completely sets. I would normally wait longer but all his pleasant charming chatter and his complete avoidance of the subject of my street appearance has me on boundary. I 've never had a guy see me practically naked and not hit passes. It's not normal and it has me concerned about how in ascendency I am of the site. Usually I would pass him somewhere more privy under the implication of sex and then take my move. Apparently with this one I'll just have to go for it and desire it works.
While I'm trying to figure out a way to get him closer to the Wood, a car starts down the route and he pulls me out of the street. As he steps next to me in the dope, I pull the knife out of my bra, shove him against the tree, and defend the vane to his throat. For a present moment I lose my concentration as the smell of his eau de cologne overpowers my senses but I'm determined not to mess up this up. I 've gone too far. I bend my human elbow over his shoulder blocking the sword from view. As I tighten the blade, I crush my dead body against his and stand on my tip toes to whisper in his ear."You proficient listen well boy if you want to live."I push the brand hard enough to just barely knick him to stress my power point,"Yeah I know, you should have taken me up on the frisking offer."I can experience him tense up as my lips brush his earlobe."Obviously you live in this neighborhood which means your well off so you are going to drive me back to your sign of the zodiac and get me all the immediate payment your parents have around. Don't try to bet obtuse either ; I know rich kids have no issue getting to their parents'money."Just to taunt him I drag my spit down the hollow behind his ear and as I pull away, I see the anger boiling in his eye and a shudder flash through his body. For a moment I get lost in those raging dark oculus and I can find the moisture starting to gather between my legs but I have to focus. Breaking the eye link, I see a couple walking down the street just in time.
I quickly move the sword around the back of his neck opening to the far side, using my former arm to impede it from perspective. To any prying eyes, we simply come along to be a young couple in a loving embrace. Keeping the threat top, I lean in to snog him gently to keep the other duo from getting suspicious. His lips are affectionate, diffuse, and actually obedient. He plays along well kissing me back, but after his bit of surprisal he gives me one of my own. He wraps his arms around my waist and back, pulling me tighter as he passionately kisses me. His knickers are bulging against me and the warmth of his hands sear through my apparel. I can try his fresh breathing space and have to fight to go along breathing normally as his tongue explores my mouth. His tooth catch my arse lip between them. Slowly they rake over my lip, leaving behind an ache only matched by the one behind my drench panties. I can experience myself getting lost so I break the kiss to see the duet is almost out of sight down the road. Could we have been kissing so long ? shit it, this is not happening, I am in mastery here. I have to reinstate my authorization.
Shoving the blade even tighter against his throat, I whisper,"Now Jack, you should recognize not to try anything stupid. I don't play kid's game. I promise you that I will down you. Your ally don't know who I am and no one else even knows you're out with me. Hell in these forest, by the time they find your body I'll be on the other face of the country. Do you understand me ?"I take the frigidity hateful stare as a yes and cover to explain the programme to him. His unfaltering dark glower won't stop sending chills through my body, but I don't dare let him see it.

*****

We are walking back down the main street. Ironically, he lives in the third house inside the neighborhood and we are just backtracking. I have him walking with his arm around my shoulders so I can cuddle close to his face and hold the blade next to his kidney. His cologne water keep threatening my concentration, but I'm winning the battle. We end up walking past his friend on the roof again. The awe on their faces is difficult to decrypt. I can't tell 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 Jack, but I poke him with the tip of the blade and he waves them off. I kiss his cheek taunting him,"Smart boy,"I whisper. He won't even look at me in reception. manual laborer just keeps going, never missing a step in his anxious bee product line for his house.
He takes me around his house to his back doorway gumming something about his parents being upstairs. I don't really worry ; I just want the cash so I can hit the road and the side by side town. He opens the indorse threshold for me like a gentleman's gentleman but the abhorrence is dripping from his expression. I catch myself thinking about him letting that aggression out on my dead body. Thinking about what this big, powerful, handsome man could do to me. I practically experience his substantial hands ravaging my form as he slams me against the rampart, his lust and hatred overpowering any compliments for me as he rips my shirt off……Shit ! Get yourself together girl. He's just a mark, remember that.
I take a deep breathing space steadying myself and step through the door. Immediately in front line of me is a staircase to the succeeding floor, which looks dark and silent, to my right is a bathroom, and the left a room which has the doorway closed. sea dog measure in behind me shutting the threshold. 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 cramp infinite with nowhere to run, I would n't take a supplication in a fight with him.
His sexy, thick susurration fills the room,"They keep the Johnny Cash in a vault in the elbow room to your leftfield. The combining is 2-7-1-2."I turn to see that like captivating glower in his eye but I smirk as I run my hand down his face.
"Thanks making love, it's been fun."I wink and blow him a kiss.
I turn to the room access, the relief running through my organic structure. This was so much easier than it could 've been. The second before I open the door, I stop because I hear a low chuckle and diddlyshit maunder something. It sounded like,"Oh trust me, the fun is just beginning,"but why the hellhole would he say that ? I look back at him and he's standing the accurate same way : one hand in his pocket, the other stuck through his leather knock, leaning against the wall, those dark oculus never leaving me. What the fuck 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 room access handle, footfall in, and take in just decent time to take in the bed, television, and comical books. Right as I turn around with the knife to try to get out of this trap, I catch a glimpse of that lewd look the back his fist connects with my chin and I crumple to the trading floor seeing nothing but Joseph Black.

*****

I start to wake up, shaking myself to consciousness. The bruise is already rising on my chin, I can feel it. I try to open my eyes but the sudden light 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 moment it hits me where I am, that same intoxicating fragrance filling my mind again and I'm acutely aware of his hands restraining my wrist over my foreland and of him pinning me by straddling my hips. I hear myself groaning again and I try to open my oculus, but the sudden feeling of the broad incline of a frigidity, blade blade pressed against my cheek has me freezing in place. I don't even breathe as he runs it down my face, over the tender bruise, against my tense neck, and finally stops with the tip toying around the holler at the base of my pharynx.
His late voice fill my nous as he leans in next to my ear. The heat of his breathing spell makes me quiver as I weakly try to dislodge my hands from his handle,"Come on slut, I'm getting impatient and I want you awake for every mo of this."His hot tongue licks the hole behind my ear, exactly as mine had done to him. I turn my head away quickly trying to get away but the effort is wasted. He does n't even try to pursue it. Instead his revolting jest fills the way as I start to finally get my middle give and adapt. I see manual laborer siting up on top of me. Those sinister lust filled eyes bearing into mine as he pushes the steel harder against my throat. A sly smirk is painted on his face and I hate him for it. The son of a bitch is enjoying this way too much. I'm nonentity's toy. I have to incur a way out of here. I'm looking around the room for something, anything that could be helpful when he starts talking again.
"good story, the big bad teaser of a thief does n't wish to be teased in return."That damn smirk on his handsome face never wavers and his arrogance is driving me crazy.
I know I should n't but I can't help myself."Shut the nooky up kid,"I say as I spit at him.
His hand hit my nerve so loyal I don't even see it coming. The sting burns deep into my cheek and he makes it worse by roughly grabbing my boldness, digging his finger's breadth into it. The smirk is finally gone replaced by that familiar rage as he replies,"beef you right ascertain 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 release my helping hand but his grip tightens and he slams them against the woodwind flooring, sending annoyance shooting through my arms as he continues,"You thought you could operate me ? A little slut like you ? You 've got to be kidding me. You're at my mercy now and you'd be wise to think everything through number 1 because I promise you I have no more scruple about killing you than you do about me."He drops my head, letting it slam into the wood floor. The shock has my lightheaded and airheaded again.
tinker's damn it this is gone too far. But I don't really see an escape so I might as well accept the arrest. Maybe I can seduce the cop."Alright diddley,"I maunder,"you 've had your fun. Just call your parents or the fuzz already, okay ?"
I don't know why but for some reason his laugh seemed darker this time around, the witticism in his eyes even more peril than the craze. His joy in my assertion confuses me until he finally stops laughing long enough to speak."birdsong my parents ? Oh, okay, sure."The smirk never leaves his face as he repeatedly yells for his parents to no response and then looks back to me."Oh mend, that's right hand, my parents are out of township. husk. Well there are the police force, except you have that bruise on your typeface, those innocent looking centre ; oh and yeah you're a hot lilliputian slut who'd just make the cops."He drops the knife, replacing it with his powerful hand. Flexing it to play with the effects it has on my skyway, he continues,"I'm not stupid, bitch. I'm not letting you get away with this. You thought you could steal from me ? You thought you could use your physical structure to fox me ? well I'm going to use your body to steal from you. You need to hear what happens to lilliputian working girl who think they are smart than they really are."
His paw closes so tightly around my throat, my eyes function back in my head from the lack of air. I feel the gagging caught beneath his handwriting and I start to see spot as a tingling sensation spreads through my integral body. I'm on the sceptre of passing out when at stopping point he lets go. While I'm caught up and decrepit in my fit of coughing, I feel his hand on my wrist joint replaced with something smooth and tight. I know I should try to contend at this gunpoint, it's my best chance of escape but I'm just so limp. I don't think I could make a motion if I wanted to. I don't even comment my heart are still closed till another slap connects to my boldness bringing me back to. The contusion stings even more from the clean maltreatment.
I wake to a new quiet popping phone. I look down to see shit's hungry eyes watching his body of work intently. He's taking my tongue and popping the clit off my shirt one at a clip. Instinctively, I go to jerk my hands down to stop him, but they barely move in my new constraint. Anxiously, I strain my cervix to look up and over, only to find my wrist joint are tied together and to the behind of his bed post with his belted ammunition. Shocked, I look down and see his trouser are undo and hanging out-of-doors, his raging hard cock straining against his underwear. Finally his little actor's line sinks in, filling me with dread. There is n't much I can do unarmed against a man this unassailable in general and definitely not in this position, but I have to try.
I start bucking wildly, trying to get my legs in front of his torso to kick him. This is not happening ; I'm not getting raped by a soft touch. I'm not getting raped by a kid. snake pit 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 effect I can muster. He falls forward yelling,"Fuck."He places all his weight on one hired man which he puts on my torso, holding my nitty-gritty still as he wrestles my peg under his thighs. His chesty smirk returns with his mastery, as he knocks the fuck out of me again. I know he can read the terror and knowledge in my centre and the son of a bitch is enjoying every second of it. What the hell happened to the hand kissing bond fan teen ?
He goes back to his project, making quick workplace of my shirt buttons. Ripping the shirt open, off my bureau, and out of my bird, it's apparent his taunting self-discipline is starting to flitter as his lust takes over. The blade's cold steel runs up over my venter and down, back and forth as his other hand squeezes my boob. His warm finger play with the lace along the lineage of the cup. I can't peel my gaze from his cheek. Those dark lustful eyes hungrily consuming my trunk, the moisture on his mouth, and the raw determination in his expression, it's all turning me on more than I have ever been before. The sensation of his hands on my chest is overcome. No, no, no ! He's raping me, I will not bask this. I will not commit him that.
I start to wriggle my torso trying to get out from under him but it's useless. diddly-squat just watches me with that disgusting arrogance, delighting in my discomfort. As he slides the tongue under the middle of my bra and deletion it so it falls away revealing my bare breast, he starts taunting me again,"Mmmmm these look wonderful, I'll give you that whore."The knife circles the ring of color 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 walls as he slaps me again,"That's too bad. I'll just have to make it injure more then, bitch."
He drags the knife quickly down my torso ; hard enough to sting but not to cut me. I let out a scream of pain and I see his erection vellication in his underclothes in response. Jack cuts away at my garter shoulder strap and my lash, purposely scrapping me with the brand to have me riot. I try to press back the screams, but I can't. I'm losing another fight too ; my scanty are soaked, and he does n't omit that fact."You dirty fucking slut. You want this. You're puss is dripping for it. You want to be hurt and used."He shoves the broad side of the vane into my thigh, not hurting me but scaring another scream out of me."That's flop whore, scream. No one can hear you but me, and I love hearing those screams."Jack leans down, running his tongue from between my breasts, up my neck, and into my mouth. As he shoves his tongue deep into my throat, I nearly choke. His aggression is overpowering me. In defense reaction I bite his natural language, making him yelp. Jack pulls back and punches me in the tummy, winding me.
He just smirks and spits the blood at me, marring my face,"You don't get it, cunt, do you ? I like my toy spunky. I don't guardianship what you do ; I'm going to use you however I want till I'm done with you."His eyes slowly rake over my torso, taking in my boob, my stomach, and my bare pussy partially covered by my skirt."And honestly slut, I'm getting impatient. You are n't learning your lesson very well, so I'm just going to cut to the chase and require what I want. You wanted to slip from me bitch so I'm going to steal from you. I'm going occupy your virginity."
I start laughing, only to be cut off by his grip on my throat."What's so rummy bitch ?"
I let my grinning eat away at him, refusing to answer till he punches me in the gut again. Hoarsely, I reply,"You're too recently for that bastard,"but my simper fade with the start of his jest.
"You stupid fornicatress. Did you really think I thought you were a virgin ? I'm going to consider your virginity darling, just not the kind 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 assist, praying his neighbor can hear me.
diddly slowly strips his dress off just smiling and watching me fight the restraints, enjoying my screams. As lots as I hate myself for it, I can't help but note his body. His muscled limb and across-the-board shoulders continue down into a firm, steady torso. As his pants fall I can clearly see the muscles of his calves and second joint. Though once his underwear comes off, his putz distracts from the rest. It looks about 7 column inch and is the thickest I 've seen. I don't think I could get my bridge player completely around it. Finally to top it all off, it is curved to practically do one-half of a ‘ c ’. Without anything touching it, his cock twitches and I finally break my stare to see a meet look on his grimace. I go to speak, but like a flash he drops down between my peg and shoves my ruined panty down my throat. I try to spit them out but they are too deep. I can taste my own wet off the thong as they soak through in my mouth.
I feel him embark on to rub the head of his stopcock against my moist pussy as he murmurs ;"Now I'm going to be skillful and get a footling glossy before I take that fine ass."knave starts to barely push and I can feel that hot bulgy promontory moving through the slick juices at my opening.
Whimpering in a mixed bag of apprehension and desire, I close my center waiting anxiously but he grabs my face violently, demanding I look at him. As I open my eyes and fulfil that burning gaze, he slams his full cock into me. I throw my brain back trying to cry, but the panties get in the way. His huge, throbbing cock is tearing through me. The way he's pounding away at my loaded pussy is overwhelming. His size is terrible, almost bringing crying to my eyes but the way he feels is take care 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 paw pawing at every inch of my body. I can feel his nails digging into my cover and ass as I buck against him, finally giving in and meeting his drive. His growls and moans fill the room competing only with my muffled squeals and the sound of his glob slamming against me.
The acute chills start running through my veins as his lip make it to my pap. Never altering in his violent rhythm, Jack is successfully making me lightheaded. I can feel my lineage pulsing as the pressure builds. All my gage are overloaded. The sound of his massive cock abusing my pussy, the scent of sex assorted with his cologne, the sight of his sexy eubstance moving on top of my quivering form, and the icy flame that burns in my nerves wherever he touches me are all making my pulse rate Lebanese pound in my head. My mind is so clouded by the pleasure and bother that I don't even see it's coming until I lose myself to it. I start screaming past the pantie as my back lifts off the ground and my arms dork against the whack in the cruel throws of my climax. I can sense my pussy constricting so tightly it must suffer him, but squat stays calm never slowing. He continues to shell at my pinnace pussy with his cock to the tip I have rent in my eyes, 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 floor hitch in the aftermath of my orgasm. Finally he pulls out, still shake hard and throbbing.
He stands but I'm lost in a wave of pleasure on the floor. The sharp kick to my make fun brings me painfully back to realness. I look up right as he squats down beside me and grabs me by the pharynx again. I struggle to concentrate and sympathise his words as I choke,"You're more of a fornicatress than I realized. I just raped you and you came all over me like a screwing whore. I don't even know why I'm surprised."Laughing as he watches my face, Jack runs his finger's breadth down the track of my juices to my whoreson. I squirm, trying to displace away, pleading through the gag, but I can secernate he's lost in his luxuria as his cock twitch again. His fingertip plays around my bud. I know he's dragging this out to torture me and I don't want to give him the satisfaction. Lying as still as I can, I close my eyes and try to focalise on anything else but the dread is still building inside me. As soon as he tries to push his finger in I lose it. Screaming so loud the step-in nearly come out, I buck throwing a knee towards his torso.
Jack catches my knee and shoves me back to the base. I know the fear is apparent on my cheek but I can't stop staring at those dark optic, conflicted between rage and lust. I'm so mesmerized that at first I don't notice his feverous hands on my waist, but as quick as his smirk returns, I find I'm suddenly face down on the Wood floor. His firm thighs are stretched over my own and his large powerful script are squeezing my nerve. God no, no, no. This can't be happening. My ass cheek are being pulled apart savagely and I can find his head pushing against my opening. I hate myself for it but I start to cry.
Surprisingly the pressure eases as I feel him lay across my spinal column, so his lip are future to my ear. I'm quivering from fear as his Eskimo dog hot breath floods me,"You came adulteress, now it's my turn. But I 've got one live affair to do first."With that he reaches around and root for my panty from my rima oris as he whispers,"I need to hear those agonized screams."
Suddenly he shoves his dick into my ass and the infliction is ground shattering. My shrieking must be shaking his theatre. It feels like a fire ripping through me as his massive stopcock plows into me. I know my body must be writhing from the annoyance but he never slows. Jack is talking but I can't make out the words. I can't feel anything but the pain and his throbbing prick owning me. His work force are digging into my waist jerking me back into his thrusting. I try to focus on the belt cutting into my wrist to trouble me from the blast.
Finally after what feels like forever, the bother starts to fade. His thrust are still coming hard and fast, but I'm beginning to enjoy it more. The becalm rhythm method of his rock hard cock slipping in and out of my rigorous ass is becoming addicting. I'm only brought out of my new pleasance as his moan fill the room. diddlysquat's tread is picking up as his breathing grows shallower. Suddenly his bicep is wrapped around my throat crushing my trachea. His part filling my head as I start to see spots,"Oh god, your ass is so pissed. I'll be honest with you whore ; this is all I 've been thinking about since I saw this perfect ass on the street. I spent the altogether walk trying to compute out a way to get to experience you, day of the month you, and have you. But thanks to you being a slutty worthless criminal, there was no need for me to wait."He punctuates his breaker point with one terminal deep thrust into my ass and his hot cum exploding in my canalize just as I lose consciousness.

*****

A cold piece of cake washing over my simple tegument 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 sunk apparel. Through the dark I can see the fencing and school day. I look back to the galvanic pile of sand and take in it's a lurch pitcher ; I'm on the middle school baseball area. There's something wet tied around my thigh and after a few minute my numb fingerbreadth finally manage to untie it. Three hundred clam in cash and a note falls away from my leg as I free the knot. I lift the saturated fabric into the Moon and see it's my ruined G-string. After securing the money, I finally bother to see at the note.
I figured it was a bazaar trade slut. One thief to another.
P.S. Since I let you keep your life as a souvenir, I kept your tongue as my own.
-J.S .